Poetry

Striving

Striving
I feel the tide rising
Urgency drowning

Insufficient

Striving
Never measuring up
My heart an empty cup

Inadequate

Striving
Standing before men, not feeling tall
I believe these lies, I believe them all

Set me free
From the wrong audience
Lead me to rest

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