Poem Written on a Grey Morning

Sometimes in my sadness,
I wonder if I'll ever be great
I wonder if I'll ever live up
to even my own expectations.

It is so human
to feel not good enough,
inadequate and useless,
to feel unworthy of love.

Sometimes it seems that everyone else
is suceeding,
while we stay behind in darkness

or it seems that failure surrounds us,
and we too will inevitably fail.

~

Life is not a mean to an end.
Success was never what we came here for.

We came here for the sun, that rises adamantly every morning,
and for the clouds that obscure it on grey mornings.
We came here for the summer grass that tickles our bare feet
with it's cool fingers.
And most of all, we came here to know that life itself
is an end -
A place safe in time
to breathe the warm air,
and to be delighted when love knocks
unexpectedly on our door.