188: Enough
I can get no sleep
fill my schedule to the brim
push my body too hard
hold open the door for anxiety
forget to say nice things to myself
avoid eye contact with hope
make a hero of martyrdom
fan the flame of doubt
minimize my own challenges
pass the mic to comparison
burnout
burn up
burn down
and still,
creativity,
like tulips in the winter
or rain after a drought,
comes crawling back
pushing through
springing up
to teach me
more
of what it means
to be enough.
Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good.
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