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188: Enough

I can get no sleep

fill my schedule to the brim

push my body too hard

hold open the door for anxiety

forget to say nice things to myself

avoid eye contact with hope

make a hero of martyrdom

fan the flame of doubt

minimize my own challenges

pass the mic to comparison


burn up

burn down

and still,


like tulips in the winter

or rain after a drought,

comes crawling back

pushing through

springing up

to teach me


of what it means

to be enough.

Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good.

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