Page 32 - Fallen Thoughts

good enough

i see the flowers
dying atop my dresser
beauty never lasts

i try to breath deep
in out in out in out in

there’s no oxygen

i make myself small
a voice inside is saying
“don’t dare take up space”

that’s impossible
i am made of stars and warmth
made out of magic

i will spread my wings
become substantial and full
that’s what I deserve

for i’ve fought this war

of impossible standards
“but no more,” i cry

i will embrace life
healing instead of hurting
what else can i do?

this is all i have

it has to be good enough:
my soul and my words