Enough.

You're best effort, is better than anyone's half a*s success.

Someone once said,

I never know when enough is enough.

That I give to much.

That I fight for to long

and look tired all the time.

I care to much about the trivial,

the little things 

that go unnoticed.

Like the way she spoke about her dreams

just enough before her eyes hit the floor

because someone got a text message.

Enough to tell her how beautiful she looked

after her darkness smeared across

her eyes like a cage.

Enough to tell her she could make it.

Just enough to say she was stronger than she realized,

and enough to tell her that her best was good enough.

Your best is enough.

I was told that I don't have to give everything all the time,

that I should know when to quit,

when to back off,

back down,

that sometimes all I had to do was the good enough.

You care to much-

since when did the heart that holds everything good in us

become content with just good enough?

You have such a big heart-

and it can always get bigger,

and I know,

I understand that I fight so hard when I shouldn't have to.

I fight the demons of people that hate me,

despise me,

talk behind my back like I can't hear them call me weak.

I fight demons so that angels

have more free time to spend 

blessing everyone around me.

They say I look tired,

beaten,

abused and they say my smile shakes sometimes

and sometimes they're right;

but not a damn one can say that I am broken.

My body bleeds and breathes with everything

that I care so deeply about.

People.

Love.

Compassion.

People that I love because I am compassionate about their dreams,

about their troubles,

their demons,

their scars,

I am compassionate about them;

I love the people that say I never know when enough is enough.

They love me for that.

That good enough isn't enough,

and enough doesn't end when my body says enough is enough.

Stop before you get hurt.

You don't owe these people anything-

I owe these people everything!

I owe it to the people around me and the ones that are to afraid to lean on me,

because the last time they leaned on anything it collapsed,

chased and tripped,

climbed and fell,

and crashed just as they were about to fly and said

my best wasn't enough.

...watch me.

Closely.

Watch as I stand in the rubble of my best shot,

cloaked in the dust of just dreams and soaked in tides of impossible.

Watch as I shake myself clean and the sun burns me dry.

Not completely,

but just enough for someone to come up and say,

isn't enough enough?

You don't have to prove anything to anyone.

I am going to prove it to me.

That my best is enough.

Not good enough,

not just enough,

but enough. Period.

Then and only then is enough enough.

Author's Note

This piece was made to be a slam poem, made for the spoken word. Made to be read allowed, and should be read allowed.

Reviews

[Ella]

Phenomenal. This leaves you thinking and is very well written. I really enjoyed the repitition of the word enough, really made all the difference. You did an extraordinary job writing this. You did have a typo which happens to the best of us (hell, i probably have one in here) i don't know if it was intentional...either way i'll point it out . I know i always get distracted when someone has a typo, and i don't want anyone else to since its such a great poem, their full attention should be on what you are trying to say through your words. Its on line 18. Over all it was great, really enjoyed reading it.

[Andrew Rayne]

Ew... that typo must have been a computer self check because that was a dreadful misplacement haha. Thank you kindly, and I am glad you enjoyed it. Hopefully my next poetry slam will enjoy it as well haha.

[Ella]

It fine, like i said it happens. I'm sure they will love it.

[Andrew Rayne]

Thanks. :D