There is the illusion
that ‘the woman next door’ has everything figured out–
that the insides of her underwear drawer
are as neat as her perfect front lawn–
illusion of insecurity.
There is the nagging feeling
that you should be more like her,
so confident and productive…
It eats you up inside
until your walls crumble and collapse
Voices of self-doubt echo
in the hollow chamber of your head:
“Are you sure you’re good enough?
Can you really do this?
What gave you that silly idea?”
You’re tempted to crawl under the covers again
but that’s just where the demons are hiding–
alone in your head.
Instead, throw back those blankets and step into the sun,
don’t give up without a fight,
empty rooms are good for being filled with light.
Empty hands are good for holding little hands.
Empty hearts are good for being filled with love.
Empty heads are good for listening.
So, instead of dwelling alone
in the harsh prison of your self-judgement,
be open to other people’s stories,
listen to their hopes and cries of pain.
Everyone has their struggle,
and everyone has their blue flame.
Realize you are not alone
in all your broken beauty…
like them you’re just a tiny little human
entrusted by God
with the great task of love.