You Are Enough

20140522-165321-60801839.jpg

You are enough.
Words spoken that cover the immeasurable
immensity that is human insecurity.
You are enough right now.
For one small instant you allow those words
so subtle, so pure
to free you.
To free your striving
Your perfection.
You alone are enough in every way.
Void of any conditional fragments
that one small phrase stands alone
firm
lovely
in front of all humanity.
You are enough.
But you throw off this simple phrase
struggle to grab the chains of perfection
that had finally fallen to the ground
to become your own slave master
Every minute, punishing, critical.
Every minute unworthy.
Chains of doubt and worry cling to you
painfully etching scars into your wonderfully flawed skin.
You, my love, in every single way
are not perfect because humanity’s beauty
is found in our many unworthy imperfections
But you, my darling, are in this moment
and in every way
As you sit alone, smiling but struggling beneath these heavy chains
you are completely and utterly enough.

Advertisements

Impossibility

I miss the warmth that I felt from my hands to my heart
as they carefully found the creases in your flesh
that had been lonely for years.
The pure heartbeat of your body connecting two souls
and creating an unlikely melody.
But within that deep stillness doubt creeps
Creeps under the pillow and between the strands
of tangled hair that fell all the way to the floor
Is this but a dream?
Is this what is meant by impossible?
Yet we dream
entangled in our impossibilities
Skin pressed so tightly so tightly
So tightly that even heaven cannot know the
difference between you and I.

Self Portrait

People will never know
that simply by their existence
their pure humanity
brokenness and wholeness
they created the masterpiece
that is me.
An art, a science
that has never been finished
Waiting for the next wave of pure
humanness
brokenness and wholeness
to wash swiftly, violently, gently over it
taking with it experiences and words
in each uneven stuttering stroke
but leaving the smudged fingerprints
of the last artists
the people that dared
risk their lives, their hearts
to touch such a work of
humanness
brokenness and wholeness
that is me.