A letter to my soul
if I were giving her permission.

Dear self, won’t you
be happy?

Stop with the endless mental chatter
howling and rabid:
“You are not good enough.”
Just stop,

life is supposed to be fun and you
my darling young thing should enjoy your life
even just a bit.

Enjoy your family,
your talent,
your abundance,
your quirky take on the world,
your eloquent speech,
your strange and peculiar heart that is broken-down,
all too often crushed by everyone’s pain.

Enjoy just a little bit,
silly soul, be happy.

If someone catches you dancing, well wouldn’t that be
something to behold.