Monday November 8 (Poetry Challenge Day 35)
I went to my inbox and found the word “Galere” in my ‘Word of the Day’ email. I created the first line of this poem using that word as inspiration. I’ll admit this seems a bit personal, but I suppose that is what poetry should be…
I have felt like an outsider
most of my life.
I’ve been good at many things,
but only good, never great.
I’ve never really felt I was the best
at something, or nearly so.
It always seems I could do
a little bit better.
I don’t know if reaching that level
is a matter of skill and accomplishment that anyone can achieve,
or is the feeling of falling short
a lack of contentment with oneself.
I’m not sure how I will answer that question.