Sunday Struggles…

A little goes a long, long way-
A little thought that wakes my day
That maybe when I’m feeling low,
I’ll submit myself to letting go.
Letting anger, sadness, fear
Float away and disappear-
Responding to some stimuli
With barely but a blinking eye.
But deep inside, there’s something “wrong”
That fills me up with something strong-
It fuels my need to stand and fight,
To argue on for half the night.
I cannot win, I lose the bluff-
I’m simply never “Good enough”
A little goes a long, long way
That little thought that ends my day.