• Janice Burt

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, Subconscious 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.