The Tryanny of Enoughs

by Daniel   Aug 5, 2020

Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan
and I know it's overflowing -
I can hear the drips

Am I not kind enough?

Weeds drape the walls,
weave through the cement

Am I not bold enough?

I forgive my days' disarrays
I scarcely write them off as

Am I not good enough?


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