Just when you think
The fates have lavished
You with all they could –
Family, friendship,
Love, empathy –
And you rest, replete,
You wonder,
Is this it?
Is this enough?
That feeble notion
Grows in volume
Gathering peels from
Notions of
Covetousness and inadequacy.
Enough? Am I? Have I?
It’s enough to drive you
Round the bend.
So you slow down, take stock
And how! Goodness me!
To re-discover your quaint self
Who is the keeper of a sanity
You thought you’d lost.
You are enough, she tells you.
You are enough.
What you have, or not
The foibles and the fairy tales
That are part of you, or not;
Mostly, what’s not, she says…
Make you YOU.
So, don’t hanker, or give up.
You’ve got what you have.
Nothing to discard
No more to append
(For you know, you’ll pay the price)
Nothing really, she says,
You’re okay.
Renounce, if at all, you must,
That thought that
You need More.
You are enough.
18 April, 2018 , Day#18 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018 – as nonsensical as they come 🙂
