Am I Ever Enough?
A Poem
Will I ever be enough?
This question has had me pondering for the past few months.
When I’ve poured myself a coffee when I’ve gone to bed at night or woken up at three in the morning.
Will I ever be enough?
It’s not specific to a certain situation or relationship.
It’s so broad that my mind stretches out trying to find the right answers for this question.
Am I enough for this school? This degree? This job and career?
Will I ever be enough?
For this relationship, this friendship, this lover of mine?
Am I enough to love? Am I enough to be successful?
These thoughts plague my mind almost daily.
They creep up on me as soon as my eyes open in the morning, or as soon as I’m about to close them at night.
I will never know when or how I can be enough.
Am I enough for people to stay?
Am I enough for my teachers to grade me a high distinction?
Am I pretty enough to get anybody’s attention?
Am I smart enough to get into that school?
But the real question was: What is enough?
