81. You Are Enough
You are enough
You have always been enough, and
You will forever be
Enough
You are enough
You have always been enough, and
You will forever be
Enough
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Take a bow, lovely one.
Because you’re tired
And still you’re doing it.
You’re feeling empty
I'm convinced that those close to you are grateful to know you and to have you around. This is a very uplifting and motivating piece. I like it. Thanks again.
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I can't wait to hold you in my arms
And kiss your tiny nose.
Cherish every moment,
Knowing just how fast you'll grow.
We are only falling stars,
Fleeting sparks that arc
Across the vast forever of time
Through others' nights,
Your life is a gift more precious than gold
From the day of your birth, your life starts to unfold
Treat it with kindness and treat it with care
And the strength in your body will always be there
I am not everything
that has happened to me.
I am everything I became
while I healed.
There you are, sneaking upon me!
From the corner of my eye, you make no sound, but I can see!
I ignore you're there, but you grow each day.
There's a goal in mind
Of riches and fame
There's a goal in mind
Of a well-known name
You're breaking the cycle
Its starts with you today
So with that power
This I want you to say
You were beautiful
before they said, you are beautiful
You were smart
Catch your dream, don't let it go
'cause time is faster than you'll ever know.
No matter what, don't give up on what you believe.
When you give, you'll always receive.
One day,
She will break her silence.
She will scream.
She will shout.
I lie awake at night
Hoping that someone can hear my plea
That someone above can show me
Strength comes
In so many forms.
In giving people
Second chances,
There's a need for more bridges than fences
There's a need for more love and less hate
There's a need for more laughers than critics
There's a need for more use and less waste
I agree with every word in this poem - well said. Very best wishes, Ann
Along a path, there was a bush,
That grew in marshy ground.
Its branches thick and laden down,
With berries big and round.
In life's symphony, my note dances astray,
A unique tale unfolding, forging my own way.
Within the labyrinth of conformity's grip,
I defy the mold, embracing my own script.