Too Good, Not Good Enough


Too good, not good enough.
Between the two I sway.
Ego running everything.
Ego ruining my day.
I remind myself to settle in,
Into that place I know.
Into the place of simple peace,
I crave that easy flow.
But the thoughts come crashing in,
ubconscious patterns start again.
And back I go to fear and dread.
Back to tears upon my bed.
What do I want? What do I need?
The confused me wants to know.
Yet the answers inside are abundant,
Just continue, they say, to grow.


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