Restored

You show me that I'm adequate

still i feel as if I'm not

This disbelief is taunting me, doubt keeps haunting me

But these lies are promises not

Aware of this I seek to find

The meaning, my meaning... this strife

Where could it be? Please show me where to find it ...this dictionary to life...

Please help me to define this:  who am I? Cut me with your knife...

Slowly but surely, I feel you warmly

Peeling back, layer by layer by layer

Calling out the what's-holding-me

Looking past the flaws, drawing out the gold in me...

I try to reciprocate, I feel I fall short

But you pick me up again and again and with a deep penetrative word you affirm me...

"You are good enough.", you said, and as I clutched that, I swallowed the knob in my throat...

I am good enough.