I’ll keep stepping
Because that is what I do
Disappointment vibrates
Through me
Lack of authenticity
Sorely lacking
Thoughts in head
Disappear
Like a vapor
Dust
It was never real
It was never going to be enough
The mantra repeats-
Enough is never good enough
Toe-to-toe I fold
Like the Edvard Munich painting
Screaming
Bummed at the loss
Of nothing
But
Craving everything
strengthdefined 