I have what I want.
Still others seem to have more.
Contentment eludes.
Inside is the place
where contentment begins, starts.
Why can't I find it?
It's not things I crave
but a sense of belonging
that's just out of reach.
Monday, March 19, 2007
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nor mine; greener grass...
satisfaction with myself?
a work in progress
Struggles with demons?
Ironic you feel alone
when we're all with you.
As I try, I pat
my own back for small success.
It gets easier.
Look at distance gained,
how far I've come, not how far
there is yet to go.
In the quiet hours,
I remember I am more
than my sum of parts.
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