I often wonder will I ever be good enough.
I have got poems published in many anthologies but still it seems not good enough.
I got an Associate degree in Graphic Arts still it is not good enough.
I have won awards and 2 books of my poem published but somehow I am still not good enough.
I have never used my disability as an excuse to not do what I need to do yet not good enough.
I moved out 20 years ago and never begged for help but still not good enough.
No matter how hard I try in my mother's eyes I'll never be good enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are good enough dear! you are precious! Keep writing...10+++