I was never designed
to breathe
in two places
at once.
I was never equipped
to audition my jealousy
for highlight reels
without me.
I grow empty
grieving
all the parties,
vacations,
degrees,
relationships,
and celebrations
I scrolled through
but could not live.
I’ve been tempted
to post every cosmetic thing
while privately pleading,
“My life is worthy, too.”
Now though,
I accept
that my shoulders
aren’t sculpted
for the fullness
of anyone else’s
journey.
I got grace
for my own troubles,
and blessings,
like loved ones,
soul conversations,
wisdom,
and victories
customized
for my purpose.
I am growing less afraid
of living one life:
seen, called, enough,
connected, and special
to my God and my people.