What does it matter? - A poem

What does it matter?

If I'm not pretty

and take teatime chatter

What does it matter?

If I'm not a genius with numbers

and all the world's after

What does it matter?

when I always glow with the moon

and soak up the sun's radiant scour

What does it matter?

when tonight I go to bed

with my belly full, book read and filled with laughter.

I wrote this poem during a time where I felt like anything I did would never be enough. To anyone who might be reading this, know that you are enough as long as you strive to do the best you can in your current circumstances and know that you aren't alone. 

Stay Sunny and hang in there,

Lux.

Please refrain from reposting or using the poem without my explicit permission. Don't be an arse and ask if you want to use it somewhere. 

Good day!