I Am Enough - By: @RealLifeKiba
Everybody wants perfection but nobody looking at their reflection
We move in every single direction
If love is supposed to hurt like this then what’s the temptation of wanting it all the time
But I am enough. I refuse to let you make me believe that I need to work on me because I’m not enough I refuse to allow you to tell me that I am not a woman yet. I am all I can be. All I can do is better a better me but I am more than enough. When you love someone, their opinion of you and who you are matters. You hold them high. My worst fear was to be told I’m not enough by someone I hold close to my heart my worst nightmare was being a disappointment to them, You respect them even if you do not wish to hear it but I refuse to allow someone who knows that- abuse it and tell me that I’m not enough to satisfy their ego and to stroke their pride of feeling secure for the actions they take. I refuse to stoop down to that level. Comparing. I am me. I am what God made me. I am a sinner. A sinner who sins. Knowingly and unknowingly. Only God can judge and he made me in his image. If I am in his image I am more than enough. I am beautiful, I am love, I am light! Look my self in the mirror and repeat it 3 times. Maybe I am not. If I have to make me believe then maybe I am not enough. All I know is that I am growth. Water me so I can grow. While I bare fruits, bitter and sour at first but patience. With patience my fruit will grow large and sweet. Fruits with seeds that’ll fruit more. Water me and see the depth of my power to grow. Water me and in spring time I’ll flower for calls of beauty. Water me and I’ll fruit Summer time to satisfy your hunger. I am enough as the small seed deep in soils and dirt. Lost at first but water me and I’ll blossom. For you to take selfish actions to feed yourself, taking from me and not holding yourself accountable to tell me that I am not enough, I am too much, or that I need work to do so you can wash your hands off the guilt no longer is affective. I do not trust words and I trust your actions. Your actions spoke. Loud and clear in every language known to man kind. I deserve endless love. My tree can’t bare fruits in a cold hearted weather. My fruit is not for you. You don’t deserve this fruit the same way I never deserved to be treated like a tree that grew to be cut down to be recycled into something you wanted. A table. I am the table now what do you bring to the table? Besides temporary love/lust, besides unforgotten guilt and words that you never were hold accountable to? Bedsides constantly saying my table isn’t big enough for what you bring? I heard your actions. Loud and clear. Now hear mine. I am enough. You know it too.