This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Enough

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Will I ever be enough?
Good enough.
There will always be better offerings.

Rub these last two pennies together.
At last.
I am nothing.
Nothing at all.
Not a real musician.
Not a real poet.
Not a real girl.

I reach up and
Will never touch that sky.

Hopeless
Hopefull
Plaintive
Supplicant
Forever be bowing
Scraping the earth.

Never worthy.

Never worth your belief.

Shadow.

Never worth why.

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