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enough 7d
Ocean sprays by the great Pacific
walks and runs and hikes and swims
...
but none of it compares to having peace that's within

heroic efforts and abundant attempts
toward good deeds and faithful opportunity
...
but why won't it alter the man that I am?
~
like I'm floating on my back within this body of mine
just a shell representing the person who bears my name

Dare I have the courage to step off of this edge,
And become traitorous to the identity that they claim?

"How dare I step off of this edge
and become traitorous to my own identity"

I've been under this water for quite some time
and I need to breathe.
sometimes we're all alone, but we're not alone. At our deepest isolation, God draws close to us. This is the only way through it.
Love, hope you all are alright and well
enough Apr 12
Folded arms
refuse mother's milk
a hot pursuit
to wither
and decay

Both hands full
grasp in desperation
a station to rest
in anxiety
and strain

A handful
it labors in quiet
steadily travels
in peace
and love
Ecc 4 inspiration
  Feb 28 enough
Lyle
We were sitting in the park
I was six, my brother seven
I love you, she told us
Our once-a-monthly visit
That she missed more then she made
I'm working hard to get you back
I'm trying to stay clean
So you can come and live with me
I never told her what I really felt
So here are those words now
I needed you to save me
I needed you to want me
But I guess the drugs were a stronger force
Then the love you should have felt for your kids
Now I live in hell
And I swear its all your fault
  Feb 18 enough
Vianne Lior
I wandered through a house of glass
Where echoes lined the walls
And every sigh was catalogued
In airless, silent halls

A ribbon—folded into dusk
A letter—laced with dust
A ring—unfastened from a hand
A vow—reduced to rust

The floorboards hummed of footsteps hushed
Of names—no lips would call
And shadows, draped in tattered lace,
Danced soundless through the hall

I placed my heart upon a shelf
Beside a wilted rose
And watched the evening take its leave
Where love—unburied, goes.

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