Never really good enough..
Another charred path..I critique my own senses in a way that I always knew I would.
My doubt is not passive aggressive
My doubt burns like black coals coating the floors of all avenues of each personal aspiration…
And I stand here nowhere with literal bones for feet. Fragile frames and broken, but I think they’re healing.…I’ve never spoken how the darkness can give a whole new meaning to the notion that my suffering would by my psalm, my reckoning.
Never really good enough….
FOR MYSELF, honestly.
The love I give and the life I have received… These thoughts can be wicked carving canyons fucking deep.
Now scarred behind my eyes and it’s difficult to see….
I’ll echo words off sharpened rocks, vibrations beneath are humbling. Because I know the climb is hard but I’ll still do it silently, with no one watching, I’ll burn embers, keep the light in sight I’ll breathe.
The devastation could be endless, the floor could rupture, collapse on me.
I’ll keep this power as my secret-
In myself, I’m manifesting.