Letter To My Inadequacy

Dear Inadequacy,

Gosh, whenever I meet you, I squirm! 
It's so awkward between us. It's uncomfortable. It's tense. 
Here I was, going on my day thinking we parted ways long ago. I mean, we go way back. Waaaaay back in the playground, in kindergarten, and boy were you there in school.
But suddenly you show up! Out of the blue, reminding me of your existence.
Yelling: 'Yo! I'm here also! You better not forget me!'

You make me humble, dear Inadequacy. 
You make me human, old friend. 
You make me come up against demons that have been there long ago.
And I freeze when I see them.
And I run.
And I fight. 
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You make me grow, old friend, because when I meet you I can only release you.
Until the next time we meet.
Until the next time...

Bitterly-sweetly Yours.