Goldilocks
I am Papa Bear’s porridge – too hot.
I am Mama Bear’s porridge – too cold.
Never just right.
I am Papa Bear’s bed – too hard.
I am Mama Bear’s bed – too soft.
Never just right.
I am too much.
I am not enough.
Never just right.
Or maybe I am too much for Goldilocks.
I am not enough for Goldilocks.
Never just right for Goldilocks.
But Goldilocks isn’t the heroine of my story.
I am.
And I am just right.