The fear of not being enough of ‘x’,
Be it dad, husband, professor, or man,
Can leave me blinded in a hex,
Unable to follow God’s master plan.
There is always more I could have done,
Always more that could have been said.
Battles lost that could have been won,
More blood inside me that could have been bled,
A voice in the wilderness no one hears,
Trying to do right but instead do wrong,
This personifies all my fears,
My desire to show that I do belong.
But I recognize I am just one soul,
And to do my best needs be my goal.
Never Short On Words 