ACCEPTANCE 

There’s a feeling breathed through the

Nostrils of air that tells me,

“You are not enough.” 

And I know its truth and all of its integrity, 

So I must take it as such,

Believe it as such, and

Know I’m not much. 

This, though brutal and unkind,

Is the superego of my mind.

When I come to a cross in the road,

I will choose the road always taken,

Because the one never traveled

Requires laces, never unraveled.

And mine have frayed, withered away,

Taking along with them

The face of my identity, 

The heart of my security.

But it isn’t the matter, 

I have accepted what’s true:

You cannot walk in another man’s shoes.