THE MAYBE THE ALMOST THE NEVER
MAYBE THATS ENOUGH
I have tried you know?
Tried to be more, do more to fit the part of what they say I shouldnt be.But noone tells you how it feels to break yourself apart just to fit the spaces you were never ,meant to be in.
They dont have to say it. I can hear it louder in my own head than they could ever shout.
I tell myself, just keep going, but I wonder for what? is there a version of me that dosent ache for validation? A version that dosent crave a pat on the back or a nod of approval? Because right now,I feel like Im running on empty-scraping the bottom of the well that never had water to begin with
but listen-this is me being real. maybe you dont get it, maybe you do. But i am tierd oif chasing "ENOUGH" Tierd of measuring myself against standerd that feel like a lie.
So here I am, raw and rough,unfinished , And maybe thats ok maybe being here, feeling this saying this - maybe thats ENOUGH.
DAPHNE CRYSTAL SUTHERLUN
2024
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DAPHNE SUTHERLUN
WRITING AS ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE THING THAT WOULD CALM ME DOWN
WHEN MY MIND DOSENT SHUT OFF. WRITING IS MY SAFE PLACE MY ESCAPE FROM THE WORLD THE ONE PLACE I CAN BE ME WITHOUT JUDGMENT
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We will never be enough, Daphne. If we are, then we will never keep striving. It is in striving that we grow to be far beyond enough. So we are all at that place, we just keep reaching for the better us. You are not alone. Express yourself through your writing.