Enough

 Its Enough



When you've given everything,

when you've held nothing back in reserve

when your soul is naked and bare

when your hidden depths are open 

when there is nothing hidden

Then you've reached the world of enough

That place where acceptance sits, where your aim is to be present not just there


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