Finally Being.

I am not sure how I quite often seem to come back to this place,

A place where I have so many memories of being forgotten.

It seems, somehow, familiar...like it is a part of me.

I want out.

I do not want to be riddled with these feelings and thoughts that remind me of my inadequacies...that I am not enough.

For You.

Maybe, as the journey continues, the storyline will shift,

Maybe it will not always be about being;

Good enough

Brave enough

Pretty enough

Wild enough

Kind enough

For You, but rather...

Maybe the story can just be about being

Enough

For Me