"Good enough" - a phrase
Imposing a standard of our own creation
A dark, most sinister invitation for our minds
To spin endlessly,
Conceiving a million ways we fall short;
A million ways to fix it.
And when you're inevitably
Whittled to nothing,
The result of carving your soul
In a never-ending attempt to
Suddenly slip into that role,
I promise relief comes in letting go.
You are the product of
Oceans and galaxies
Of rocky cliffs and shooting stars
And the music that flows through you.
Your body is a vessel of
The vibrant sparks and smoldering embers
That burn in the force of your
Excruciatingly intricate character.
You are everything
You were intended to be
And the power you'll find
In "good enough"
Is only in its release.