Honestly, i really needed to hear this poem, beside its beauty, it brightened my day.

Exactly this ❤️ what matters is that we accept that we are enough. Once we understand that we are enough, it takes a lot of the pressure off of living and we can just be who we are naturally:)

One of my fears and something I’ve struggled with all my life. Always trying to be enough, and you’re right, maybe it was too much and being us is enough. It has to be because there’s no other way to live if not being ourselves.


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I woke up sweating bullets

It all came down heavy
Piercing through thick skin
I’ve dreamt of bleeding out

I sobbed 

C’mon
Pick yourself up and wash it off

But, Don’t just sit there and watch all of your hard work go down that drain

Just think of Pompeii...
Such a beautiful place
Until one day
The fire came raining down
Sweeping it all away
And yet
It’s beauty still remains 

In fact
Be Pompeii...
Kill what had once lived inside
Making way and welcoming new life
And yes
The artifacts may be fragile 
But, trust that it’ll be alright 

Trust...
Trust that the people who come and visit
Will only look, and not play with what you have to place on display 
Trust...
Trust that they will find admiration 
For the wonder that came from such tragedy 

And though another eruption awaits...

Just trust that in time
 you will rise from the ashes..

And yes
The beauty will still remain...

I am not enough, and I am terrified of that.

I am afraid of not being able to provide for myself; I am afraid of not being able to serve the people in my life enough

I am afraid of not being able to listen enough, to give enough, to go deeply enough, to be present enough, to dance enough, to love enough

I am afraid I can't even write well enough

What I do never feels like enough.

But maybe that is the point. Maybe I'm not supposed to be enough.

Maybe we just are, and that is enough

Maybe we don't have enough Maybe we can't get enough Maybe we can't be enough Maybe we can't love enough

But what if the attempt at being us is enough? It has to be enough

Because if it isn't enough, when will we ever feel like enough is enough?

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Enough