written by: Simona Prilogan
“Not good enough” may slash the dreams
Dragging the hope out to absurd
Of all the meaning which it seems
It’s holding back, trust to elude.
“Not good enough” may play the game
Of wandering through dense pitch-black,
Bringing the doubts to claim on shame
While crawling grails which lost their spark.
“Not good enough” may catch today
The eyes of passion gleaming trust,
Busting the hope, wishing convey
With confidence to magic “just”.
The shadows hold the light on spots,
It’s all up there of flame relief.
Of what the matter glows on thoughts
To the bright “Just” of the belief.