Late Night Thoughts

One Day

I look at myself in the mirror each morning
Observing my legs: „Not enough"
Eyeing my torso: „Too much"
Squinting at my face: „Too much and not enough"
Studying my hands: „Not bad"
My arms: „abysmal"
Sighing at my hair: „You've done your best"

I look at my possessions and my house
„Too expensive" „Too expensive" Too expensive"
All throughout
Too much to take with me
Not enough to satiate my lifestyle

At night, I rock myself to sleep
and tell myself a bedtime story
One where I'm far from here and better
One where I look and feel better
One where I don't feel alone,
even with all who are around me
One where I'm free from my family
who despite my departure, do well
One where I can choose who I'm needed by
and not one where I'm thrust into parenthood
for those who have parents of their own
One where I look into the mirror and say „good enough"
But when peers look at me simply say good
One where I do good
One where I raise ones who are great
One where I'm stable and happy
One where I work to maintain
not to escape
One day, dear heart, one day