I am not sure how I quite often seem to come back to this place,
A place where I have so many memories of being forgotten.
It seems, somehow, familiar...like it is a part of me.
I want out.
I do not want to be riddled with these feelings and thoughts that remind me of my inadequacies...that I am not enough.
For You.
Maybe, as the journey continues, the storyline will shift,
Maybe it will not always be about being;
Good enough
Brave enough
Pretty enough
Wild enough
Kind enough
For You, but rather...
Maybe the story can just be about being
Enough
For Me
About the Creator
Nomfundo Gumede
I enjoy writing; engaging through story-telling.
I have found my stress-reliever and ended up falling back in love with a part I had forgotten about myself - Expression.
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