Part IV did not come the next day. This is because, for some reason, wordpress is now against formatting (at all) the way in which basic formatting should be.
As in, it’s very against multiple spaces between paragraphs. And against poetry.
So instead, my life has become actually doing my reading (Erec and Enide by Chretien de Troyes, anyone? I am in love), eating (olive bread is my favorite food ever), and watching Criminal Minds (I have now lost the ability to feel human compassion when I see a dead person on TV. This is bad news)… but I am attempting to bring back my creative spark and keep up with my poetry/writing/personal reading. I think I need it, too. In a big city in a country that isn’t my home, my creative outlet reminds me that I am home in me.
IV.Enough.
Could I be enough?
Thoughts wandering to a fresh, shiny-new
Tiny-stoned wide-eyed damsel –
I wonder as I glance shyly to my left and notice
You haven’t noticed me.
I want to be enough.
Our thoughts that were once consummated
Just can’t find the same peak. Aggravated,
Desolate, confused me fights
Fate, but Lady Fortune is a force unreckonéd.
Will I ever be enough?
Love-sick, heart-swollen. Desperate hands
Grasp at the dark. You shift your weight
And grab those cold hands and give them a
Home. For a moment, it thrives comfort.
Let that be enough.
Fourteen pass and not a word – my hands
Are now clutching at the air. Pushing dials to
Find my lost cause. To find what you
Want, what you need – what is enough.
I don’t know what’s enough,
You tell me, and the water glistens
As those words reverberate through the thick air.
All I can do is stare, haunted, and miss
A fantasy that could have been enough.
But it’s never enough.
Fourteen pass and the spell is gone.
I sit lost in my own confusion, delusion,
Disillusionment and what it had all meant,
At one time, not so long ago.
Enough for you, I realize,
Is a fresh, shiny-new tiny-stoned
wide-eyed Damsel who sounds something like me.
Every day is a labor convincing myself it’s okay;
And that, for now, is enough.
