Three

Maybe I’ve done enough
And your golden child grew up
Maybe this trophy isn’t real love-
And with or without it, I’m good enough

Maybe I’ve done enough
Finally catching up
For the first time I see an image of my brokenness
Utterly worthy of love
Maybe I’ve done enough

I finally see myself
Through the eyes of no one else
It’s so exhausting on this silver screen
Where I play the role of anyone but me

I finally see myself
Unabridged and overwhelmed
A mess of a story I’m ashamed to tell
But I’m slowly learning how to break this spell
And I finally see myself

Now I only want what’s real-
To let my heart feel what it feels
Gold, silver or bronze hold no value here
Where work and rest are equally revered

I only want what’s real
I set aside the highlight reel
And leave my greatest failures on display
With an asterisk

(Worthy of love anyway)