I am enough, A short poem

I am enough
By: Ryan Beodeker

 

If today was the day, wherein I'd spread my wings and fly away, I'd fly away to a sun filled day, never to look back on those skies of grey, and even though the sentiment is quite cliche, some day I hope to just fly far far away.

 

I am not enough.
For the benefits that could have been wrought,
to the new direction that could have been won.
I am not enough.
We will now stay,
We will now abandon,
We will now ignore,
We will now rebuke and then denounce more that,
You are not enough.

You are not enough.
Your short comings speak for you.
Never mind the prestige already earned,
the deciding factor whether or not a box renewed,
the decision based on the habits I chose,
the choice factors picked by those who abuse.
You are not enough enough.
You will never be enough enough.

The purest form of the conscious soul,
the very essence that is our person-hood.
That is not enough enough.
The gilded actions of not far off past,
our actions that should speak louder than these idle words.
You are not enough enough.
The daggers they bring,
now bloodied having tasted,
the flesh of a brother,
in which no time was wasted.
You are not enough.
You will never be enough.

Though my wings could carry me far from those who gave me my scars, I chose to stay instead of fly away to the stars. Watching and laughing as they learn all to late, the ever growing cost of their foolish hate. I am enough, more so than you'll ever know, and when I soar off, you'll wish I didn't go. I am enough enough and I always have been.