Good Enough?

broken

 

I’ve danced this dance a time or two

Irksomeness is nothing new.

 

I suppose this is my cross to bear,

For my heart on my sleeve, I do wear

 

These thoughts inside me, I do keep.

But I’ve promised forgiveness, so I dare not speak

 

It’s not the thoughts I mind so much,

I’ve grown accustom to winter’s touch.

 

Rather the feeling of fear is what I dread,

You see, I can’t get the devil out of my head.

 

I’ve tried so hard to rid him, he even haunts my dreams.

I see him in the patterns in my cup, made by my coffee cream.

 

I search the world for some sort of comfort, but even the sky is rough.

How do you mend a broken heart that has never felt good enough?

 

Note:  I claim all content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman. Any and all use of this work without my permission is strictly prohibited

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16 Responses to Good Enough?

  1. A Man Deep says:

    Beautiful poem and the freshness of rhyme which blends perfectly with the flow. Loved it. !

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Eclectic Contrarian says:

    It’s a false world pulled over your eyes. The Kristian on the inside can only see from the inside out. But I’m telling you from the outside, in that you’re good enough for most anything you put yourself to do. And this is the truth.

    Liked by 4 people

    • kristianw84 says:

      Thank you, John! That means a lot! I greatly appreciate it.

      Liked by 2 people

      • The Eclectic Contrarian says:

        I’ve struggled my entire life with insecurities. I’m no stranger to “good enough” it’s everyday… but I think about it, I can either keep going and not worry about these things, or dwell on them and let them consume me. I can only be me. Life can either accept me or get over me.

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      • kristianw84 says:

        I try not to worry about it, & I can honestly say that while I always feel that doubt, I’ve grown so much as a person, & I’m normally not bothered by it, because I realize the ridiculously high pedestal I continue to place myself on, however; I’m human and I can’t help these thoughts that come flooding in from time to time. I’m not sure if it’s the weather, I’ve not seen the sun for 5 days, the fact that my friend is utterly & completely heartbroken, & I want so badly to take her pain away & I can’t, or that since my husband has told me he thinks his life is ending sooner rather than later, I worry about my future. I’m caught up in the tragedies of the world right now & I don’t know how to get past it. I feel like a hamster spinning her wheel. I’m moving, but not really getting anywhere.

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      • The Eclectic Contrarian says:

        I’m no stranger to the floods of life either! I’m praying for you and your friend and situation. Keep your head up! And thanks for the chat!

        Liked by 1 person

      • kristianw84 says:

        I am sorry to hear that you know such floods. Thank you for the prayers.

        Always a pleasure, my friend! 😊

        Liked by 1 person

  3. “I see him in the patterns in my cup, made by my coffee cream.”
    This is really quite scary!
    Well-written! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Strong emotions. Excellent poem. 🙂

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  5. You are good enough!!!

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