You look at me with ill-disguised despair,
Ashamed of what you see before your eyes,
Undressed by your emotion I am bare.
Your body shakes, you’re choked with muffled cries.
I hate that I have made you feel this way,
But one day you should try my shoes for size.
You think that if you hope and if you pray,
You’ll see return the woman that you love,
But I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.
I don’t believe that there’s a God above
Nor demons, who know how to steal this pain
That fits me like a much-loved, well-worn glove.
I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you yet again,
Each time I say I won’t but then I do,
You must be tiring fast of this refrain.
I wish that I was good enough for you.
[Today’s poem is inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt – to write a Terza Rima]
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This is beautiful. I posted a piece today which makes me think of this – probably the most personal piece I have ever written. You are a lovely poet:)
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Thank you, that’s really kind. I’ll read your piece now. This is based on a very vivid memory, thankfully from some time ago but despite the time lapse, writing this was strangely cathartic. I quite enjoyed the form too. I’d not heard of it before (I know nothing about poetry. I’ve read half a chapter of Stephen Fry’s book, must continue…)
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you are lovely poet:)
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🙂
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Lovely and heartfelt and you hit on an issue that is so pertinent to so many of us, that feeling of are we good enough, does out flawed humanity measure up against the expectations the other may have of us. So often Pooky you write about our humanity and our failings which we all have, but often as you know they are seen through our eyes not the eyes of the one we love who often sees a whole different character, one they love and cherish.
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Your comment really made me think. I know it sounds bizarre, but I think it’s very hard being loved when you feel unlovable. It is a process that is oh so worthwhile in the end of course..
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Exactly. I wrote a lot a one stage about being almost loveable. I have since learnt I am loveable, but there are times when such doubts take you over. And yes so very worthwhile, nothing like it is there.
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Well done! Mine wasn’t quite *it*, as yours was, but it was a good challenge.
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where is yours? When I click on your name I go to posts from 2009?
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Brought back memories of my dear old mum trying to live her dream of becoming a research scientist through me! Not a chance! Poor mum could never understand why maths and science were such a puzzlement and horror to me. I always felt I was a bit of a dissappointment in fact one comment on my report card that was especially telling read “Robin is too easily satisfied”! But alas for “Tiny Tim” he could never really satisfy anyone and especially not himself so why bother!
Children must be allowed to dream their own dreams and encouraged to do so!
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I agree. I try so hard not to pigeon hole my girls though it’s hard not to have aspirations for them!
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This poem is definitely good enough! That fear so many struggle with, “Not good enough”. I’m getting better at understanding that myself. But it pains me so to see it crippling others, as I have witnessed such tonight.
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Sorry to hear that Peter. You’ve seen it in others. I’ve seen it in you.. though you are more than good enough in my eyes xxx
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Constantly striving for perfection (why exactly?) results in good enough feeling not so…
But having others like yourself accept me and my good enough is very encouraging 😀
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