Will I Ever Be Enough?

Will I ever be enough, I ask the empty skies,

When shadows of my failures form tears within my eyes?

The world, it sets a standard, a summit high and steep,

And I am left to wonder if I’m worthy of the climb I keep.

The mirror shows my battles, each scar, each line, each flaw,

A canvas of my history, both triumph and the raw.

Yet voices whisper softly, “You’re not what they require,”

And still I burn, despite the ache, a soul alight with fire.

Will I ever be enough to calm the storms within,

To hush the doubts that echo, to let the light begin?

My hands, though worn and weary, still reach to touch the stars,

My heart, though bruised and fragile, beats steady through its scars.

Enough for whom, I wonder, and who decides my worth?

Is it carved in fleeting moments or written from my birth?

Perhaps enough’s a feeling, a truth that starts inside,

Not something earned in others’ eyes, but where my hopes reside.

I see the seeds I’ve planted in soil both rich and bare,

The effort, love, and patience I’ve poured with tender care.

Perhaps enough’s not perfect, but striving through the pain,

To grow in storms and sunlight, to rise and try again.

Will I ever be enough? The answer lies in me,

In the courage to keep seeking, in the strength to just be free.

For every flaw I carry, for every fall I face,

Are parts of me I cherish, a story to embrace.

So when the question lingers and doubt begins to grow,

I’ll find my worth in all I am, not in what I show.

For being enough’s not measured by the world or what I do,

It’s knowing I am whole, and simply being true.