By William Sparks Smith
I am enough, just as I am.
Unfinished, Imperfect
Uncertain of the road I choose.
Yet, certain that I must continue.
I cannot go back
I am not enough for some
And too much for others.
I struggle with myself
I wrestle with fear
I avoid the parts of me that are dark and unavoidable
Yet I want to hide no more
I am alive.
I know because I feel
In my eyes
I am damaged, hurting, healing
And in need of improvement
But in the eyes of God
And in the place where grace abides
I know I am enough