Once upon a time…
I gave away my soul. All of it. Everything I had. I opened my heart and gave another my world.
And do you know what she said?
“is that it?”
Such a simple question capable of cutting such a gaping wound.
It tears at the very fibre which makes one human, and forces the question,
“Am I enough?”
The work involved in healing a wound of this magnitude… words do the labour no justice.
From hard work I do not shy. So, work I have. Day after day. Moment after moment. Until my heart once again felt warm as the sun, and my spirit rich as chocolate mousse.
This time, I keep guard. A watchful eye. I walk with a shield. An unfortunate thing, cumbersome to lug.
Lucky I possess wisdom: to know when it is needed, and to know when it is not.
I’ve peered into the depths, the fibre that holds together my being. I’ve seen what I am. I also see it in you, because we are the same.
I learnt I am enough.
And yes, that is it.