Look

Where your eyes land tells you something about who you are

What your ears pick up tells you something about who you are

Why when I write

Do I confront the old stories of comparison

And fear

Why after 3 good days of wording thoughts

In a coherent relatable fashion

Do I now find myself pushed against a barrier

Afraid to type

Afraid to think what might be a good

Poem

Thought to share

String of ideas to present

What is the resistance within

Keeping me quiet

What of these other worries creeping in

Of others views

Others thoughts

Of friends doubts

Of strangers judgements

Of not enoughness

Always back to the not enoughness

What hell is this in the human mind

The ego structure

That returns over and over again

To this baseless painful

Impression

Of a damaged abused self

That doesn't fit in the social

Circles it does and does not want to be in

Why can't I just feel myself as the love and grace and beauty and wisdom that I am

Why

Feel the love and grace that you are

Know that you are enough

your views beautiful

Your thoughts meaningful

your interpretation of the information

values and love you share

Is a beautiful unique wo perfume extension

Of who you are

I am

I am

I am enough

Just as I am