How Rest Exposed My Inner Critic

a poem after a vacation

Three days, two nights on a camping trip

put space between me and my inner critic,
that voice that spoils all the good stuff
by showing me how it’s never enough.

She spoils sleep by saying I should dress.
She spoils work by saying it’s not the best.
She spoils order by saying it won’t last.
She spoils progress by saying it’s a waste.

Like a bully blocking the h…