knowing

i am not a prodigy
i am not a master

i have seen it both ways
still stuck somewhere
between mediocrity,
passion,
jealousy,
and depressing
contests of worth

when will my seeds
grow?
when will my garden
bloom?
when will recognition
this infamous stranger
make his way into my life
and transform my soul
into a working
living
breathing
piece of art?

only yesterday can remember
only today can tell
only tomorrow can know

enough.

can't help this
feeling
of time wasted
and chances
missed
but when I think
about this past week
I pray
all the little
pieces
I left behind
are
enough.