“ive had enough!” i cried aloud,
i sat cross-legged on the ground,
and though i fought these feelings
that were teeming, rolling seas
towards which i ventured,
sails open in the screaming winds
in vain: no harbor towards which i was bound,
no fight against myself could ever be
a victory allowed:
those tears will smart and sting
with all the bitterness,
anger it brings.

“i have enough,” i softly sighed,
and though i cried,
each tear into my open palms
in earnest i received in kind;
each in succession itself finds to be
parts of myself only returned to me —
these leaves to roots in falling,
reuniting; it was there when in
that hardened ground did swallow,
buried now my pride,
something inside me gently died,
and when i again opened my eyes
my life again was mine.

2018