Enough

It’s a gaudy world

the colours are too bright and the clothes are too tight

and once upon a time I belonged here.

It’s not a wonder we all need to be half numb to survive.

Most days it’s too much for me too.

The pressure to stay fit

and the pressure to look young

and the way the credit card just racks and wracks,

and still the wrinkles get deeper

as does the debt.

I’m tired, and, if I’m honest,

I’m afraid,

though I try hard to trust.

But don’t worry, I get it, I’ve heard it before:

my fears are frivolous in light of the wars raging the world

and compared to what I know so many carry.

But they are mind and they’re real, nonetheless.

All I want is to love and be loved.

See a few things.

Send out enough light in my small,

and yet still,

magnificent existence,

that I might have left

something, someone

just a little better.

I’d like to touch the trees with my fingers

and dig my toes in the sand.

To be calm.

That would be enough.