Just Outside the Ordinary

I am nestled between comfort and discomfort.

I work hard and try new things within a limit.

Is this enough to grow? To become a stronger me?

I feel that it isn't; deep down I believe that

I can never do enough to be extraordinary,

stuck just a little outside of the ordinary.

More talent is needed than I can muster,

more effort than I can handle. So I break.

Worn out, like a well-loved toy,

I am tossed away, discarded, used up.