EnoughMature

An electric shelf
felt good enough
until
it wasn’t.
Passion
And beauty
and kindness
can fight a fire
and light a torch
in my heart
for all the world
to see
and feel
and hear
as I scream
my words
into
the world
but it’s never
ever
enough
for the people
I wanted
to hear
the most
As if
seeing my name
behind a title
is gonna get
the applause
and encore
that
will make
some things
right
and I know
that’s not
true.
Some days
I’m on top
of the world
bellowing
to the moon
as thousands
of pieces
of my soul
come together
to finish
the piece.
Maybe
I will never
amount
to what
they want
but I amount
to everything else
that I need
and love
and have
and that’s
enough.

The End

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