"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑"

They told you that phrase like a bandage -

like you could stitch it over the gash

where the world carved less-than into your ribs.

"You're more than enough," they said.*ike a compliment could tune out failure.

*

“Resilience,” they call it.

But what they mean is

learn to love the taste of ash

because the fire isn’t leaving.

*

The gods are watching.

Not the ones in temples,

but the ones with neckties and empty eyes,

sitting in boardrooms,

handing out judgments

like cheap sweets wrapped in expectations.

*

"You are meant for more," they said.

"Prove it. Bleed for it."

And we do-

every perfect score,

every flawless smile,

every swallowed sob.

we become 'enough'

*

But the thing is -

life doesn’t care what you bring.

It burns what you give it,

no matter how holy.

Even if we offer everything,

Everything we have to give.

still they will ask,

"Is that all?"

*

See, the world doesn't want you whole.

It wants you useful.

It wants you palatable.

*

And 'being enough' is like

the smoke to the fire of life -

forever changing and flowing

in and out consistency

You'll never catch it.

*

So instead of flailing at fumes

Enjoy the heat of flames while you can

Before your weak, mortal bones give in

and succumb to the weight of cold

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Notes:

I'm getting terrible at writing consistently

I promise i'm trying, fingers crossed i'll have time to post tomorrow