On green pastures I found myself
With parallel eyes towards the sky
Short of glory
short of laughter
short of the usual diasters
I discovered that I was always more
Always extra
Always sure
But to come to this stage of uncertain fools
I had to compromise my rules
Live in the silence
Behave similar to mules
Ignore the clues
To find me again
For I had lost hope
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You Are Enough
PoetryA collection of 8inspirational poems. Aimed at everyone who has ever struggled with their identity.
