The question that makes my chest seize; Am I enough? I feel the weight of judgments and ignorance and the general apathy of the world. it heaps on my like the final gift of those who have recently departed. With the filth and dirt piling up on me, scratching and writhing around me filling my view with never ending darkness, I slowly recede into the dark center of my own self resigned to go quietly into the good night that is around me.
And in that quiet genesis of self reflection, it happens like the germination of a plant seed. The small moment of forever , the profound joy that comes with the forgotten connection to your real self. The small flower of life that only blooms within the last seconds before the long tunnel of light. The bloom of life cascades with beauty above the mud and the water.
For the length of that breath, I am enough.