It's Enough

It’s Enough.

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Enough.

To breathe,

fresh morning air

through my nostrils.

And become who I am.

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It’s Enough.

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Enough.

To feel the soft

touch of wet grass

beneath my hands grasp.

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It’s Enough.

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Enough.

To feel the breeze

whisper ever so slightly

in my ear.

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It’s Enough.

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Enough.

For the scent of

Deliciously delicate dandelions

to feel bittersweet when

crumpled in my palm.

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It’s Enough.

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Enough.

For who I am.

And who I used to be

to travel to find new

adventures to explore.

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It’s enough.

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Enough.

For any worry that

crosses my path

to fight it with all

it’s might.

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It’s enough.

What’s enough?

Comfort is enough.