I am enough.
The truth of it startles me
This version of me—yawning, bed head, aching knee, extra pounds, needs more coffee, missed the deadline—is enough.
Write it quickly, before I forget:
Enough as a mother
Enough as an activist
Enough as a writer
Enough as a friend
Enough as a child
alone and frightened
hiding in the cupboard
from the danger nearby
As I am, as I was, before the beginning, beyond the end
Worthy enough to take up space
Loud enough to use my voice
Brave enough to show myself
Big enough to feel it all
Believe the truth, and everything changes—
The world cracks open
with possibility
The world opens wide
with love
This made me chuckle, understand pieces of you but most of all, remind me that true love exists (even when we least expect it)!