Not being good enough
have been haunting me for decades.
Visiting every basement room and attic.
Demolishing every word, thought and way of thinking.
Wit and common sense were ground into sediments
Forming sea beds where new algae found nourishment.

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Not being good enough
have been haunting me for decades.
Visiting every basement room and attic.
Demolishing every word, thought and way of thinking.
Wit and common sense were ground into sediments
Forming sea beds where new algae found nourishment.
Lovely… and relatable. Always hard to imagine someone else not feeling good enough… especially when they clearly are much more than that…
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Thank you very much for those words Nadine!
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