All my Love,
all my generosity
and there is a lot of it, for I am beautiful
all my courage and strength, which I never recognised, which I called cowardice and weakness
was not enough to do what I wanted. It is over. That is for the best.
And now, I don’t understand, I fear, I am challenged. I don’t see what good I can do. I will go there on Friday. I will do my best.
I am a good person. I will act in love and generosity, because that is what I do. I trust myself. Not perfectly, because that perfect does not exist: well enough.