The "Not-Enough-Ness" Plea
What is it
about this not-enough-ness
that plagues the soul
the heart
the head
the ache in your chest
in your throat
as it wells up
saying its story
or rather
roaring its story
in a loud booming voice
that feels as though it isn't meant to be heard
it may feel like it needs to be muffled
out of fear
that it will overtake
your entire existence
"you're not enough" it yells
as loud as it possibly can
louder and louder
then
you may feel that nag
of the inner voice
speaking up
"don't you dare tell me I'm not enough"
I know too darn well
that I'm not enough
I'm trying my best
but somehow
I can't escape the feelings
of
feeling broken
feeling wounded
feeling hurt
I'm imperfect
and maybe
I think I'm lazy
I'm not deserving of love
I know I know
Then
there's a slow rumble
a rumbling
similar to thunder
no
No
NO!
It's the inner wise voice
"stop that!"
you are not any of those
those are old voices
voices of the past
you, darling
are hurting
can you give yourself a moment
to feel the hurt
instead of rushing
to fixing it
by doing more
by feeling like
more
things
people
accomplishments
would be better
or soothe you
in some way
to distract
or numb.
I get it.
I know,
maybe
you weren't seen
or heard
or felt
and this was the way
you found
that would help you
feel better
or finally
see yourself
or others finally started seeing you
by the things you "did".
It makes sense then
to keep running
in the lane where you're ahead
or where the platform is higher
or where you're striving
for something
to finally fill you up
but
the loss is
that you're not
slowing down
to see the need
to hear the voice
that is whispering
I'm hungry
I'm lonely
stop running
stop rushing
you're leaving me behind.."
behind in the dark
cold
passageway
dark in the freezing cold
saying, "you've left me"
to tend to "other things"
because those "things"
they numb
they ignore
they stifle the pain
but if you listen to me
I promise
I have some answers
I do need you
to first hear me out
my sorrows
my wounds
my suffering
my non perfect legs that run
my imperfect heart that loves
my beautifully flawed soul that yearns
and my voice that speaks
I slowly unfold
like a blossoming flower
opening up
each petal
as you listen
and hear
the wisdom
the grief
the pain
and from there
comes the creativity
the wonder
the hope
the possibilities
the change
the amazement
of the things
we can do
together
but first,
I need you.
So darling,
you think you're not enough
when in truth
in reality
you're more than enough
you have the key
to the smartest soul
the deepest yearning
the shiniest essence
of yourself
your soul
and your journey
so please turn inward
listen to the voice that says
you're ok
you're good
and enough, you most definitely are.
Sending love and strength.
XX
Esther and the Integrative Team