I know myself
And it is still
Hard.
If I am as amazing
As you say
Beautiful as
You say
Smart as you
Made me
Then how come
With all my
Talent
& creativity
It's so hard?
I mean
I've read the
Books
Gone to the
Seminars
Put up the
Quotes
Said the
Mantras…
& still
It's hard
To fight those
Niggling little
Voices,
& those
Icky feelings
In the pit
Of my stomach.
If I am one
Of the successful ones,
The one
Who has what
Others strive for
& I still
Struggle and find
It hard,
What does it mean
For those who
Don't have
My resiliency
Or support
As I do in my friends?
What hope
Do we have
Beloved?
If it is this
Hard for me?
Oh Goddess
Oh Beloved?
Help us!
Yet I know
That it is
That perseverance
You seeded
In me
To keep going
& that
We each
Of us
Take turns
Helping each other
Cheering one another
On…
That makes
It all possible.
That the easy
Parts only come
Because we
Made it
Through
The hard
Parts.
Somehow
It is a comfort
To know
That the hard
Parts
Make the easy ones,
By contrast,
Light up
Like a compass
Pointing
The way.
Thank you
Beloved…
For even
Though so
Many things
Are hard,
I am glad
That loving you
Is so easy,
Because
I find you
Everywhere
In everyone,
I meet,
Which makes
The hard parts,
A little more
Bearable
Knowing
I'm not
Alone.
