You are doing fine.
No matter how your hair looks
or how insecure you feel.
None of it’s real.

Those daymares you ride
should be put aside.
Stabled and tabled.
But you feel so unable.

No, you’re not Lady Godiva
in your Lands End pants
with the elastic band,
but you truly enjoy her chocolates.

You are doing fine.
No matter how you rank
and how you sank into a
pit of despair about your hair.
You are all there.

Every bit of you written in
the stars and you wondering
how much worse it can get for
this person you ride around in.
It’s no sin to begin again and again.

Vicki Woodyard