I will be enough, just a little more.
I’ll work harder so I’m not alone.
Wait til you see what I have in store.
.
The belt on my skin left me sore;
I learned my lessons, fists on bone.
I will be enough, just a little more.
.
I grew up, made it out the door;
the voice in my head still makes me atone.
Wait til you see what I have in store.
.
My mind relives that life of war;
I won’t let pain turn my heart to stone.
I will be enough, just a little more.
.
The day I left, I vowed, I swore—
but it’s never enough; I’m accident-prone.
Wait til you see what I have in store.
.
Dejected, sobbing on the floor,
my voice comes out a shaky groan.
I will be enough, just a little more.
Wait til you see what I have in store.
About the Creator
Aubrey Rebecca
My writing lives in the liminal spaces where memoir meets myth, where contradictions—grief/joy, addiction/love, beauty/ruin—tangle together. A Sagittarius, I am always exploring, searching for the story beneath the story. IG: @tapestryofink
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