a Poem by Raquel Swann
The fear has set in
Staining my mind with angst
Like an oil based paint
Spilled on a white t-shirt.
The worry has arrived
In a thump at the door
Like a foreclosure notice
With a fifteen day warning to vacate.
Will I be good enough for them?
Will be strong enough for them?
Will I be pretty enough for them?
Will I be stylish for them?
Them that care not for me
Them that worry not for me
Them that do not understand
Them that will not comprehend.
I, you, we, just need to be good enough for ourselves.
A concept in its simplest form,
Is as difficult as reading Sanskrit on the walls of ancient caves
But when your mind is trained properly there isn’t anything that you cannot accomplish.
Be good enough for you.
Be strong enough for you.
You alone hold the key
To a safety deposit box filled with happiness and prosperity.