#NaPoWriMo Day 12
good enough
the words sit in the back of our throats
we disguise it as wonder
we disguise it as fear
it’s this one question
that always seems to be in the way
are you good enough to have him
to keep her
to embrace yourself under the most yourself during the most
dire day
this is the question i want to pose
what does it mean to be good enough?
in the space of enough
i fill up a room
crooked teeth ashy skin
rememberances of adolescence gone wrong
this is how i right it
i allow myself to take up space
in the space of good
it is an asking of broken bread
fresh baked and smelling of mornings
goodness is in the everyday small things
not in that one time when you thought you were not good enough
and chose to do the wrong thing
are you good enough?
we are enough if we allow ourselves
to fill up our bodies the rooms we move in
the circles we gather
if we allow ourselves to claim
our very precious right to be here
smelling of baked bread
another day
another chance to simply be
enough