Enough

I don’t know how to be
anything
but what I am
so often
that isn’t enough

I can’t change who I am
can’t rip my bones from my skin
or hell and heaven from my soul
I try so hard
to balance my ghosts
my demons

sometimes it’s an easy thing
to be happy
happy deep inside my soul
simple things
like smiling up at the rain
a warm body next to mine
double rainbows across the pastures

then sometimes
those ghosts and demons rise up
cast shadows across the sun

I don’t know how to be
anything
but what I am
so often
that isn’t enough

but most of the time
it’s enough for me

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