I Am Enough Poems Novels & Stories

--- The winter has come. The garden slept. Celeste and I sat by the fire, holding hands, watching the flames. "I've been thinking about enough," she said. "What about it?" "I used to think enough was a failure. A settling. A giving up." "And now?" "Now I think enough is a gift. The ability to say: I have what I need. I've done what I could. I am what I am." "And are you enough?" She turned to me, her eyes soft. "With you? Yes."

But I couldn’t find the words. The pain had swept me under again. When I came up, I was not the master of my own mouth. “I really did try,” I was hearing myself murmur. "I tried to be enough." Draven went very still. “I did everything by the book,” I ranted on, it was like the words were escaping without my consent. "I was kind. I was obedient. I never complained. And it still was not enough."

His voice moved across the torn clearing like sound moves through water — not fast and not loud but reaching everything regardless, filling the available space without effort and arriving at the edges of the field with the same weight it had carried at the center, which was the quality of a voice that has been used to making itself heard across distances that required it to carry something beyond volume. I stepped forward before any wolf behind me could shape a response that would have told him something about us, and my stepping forward was itself the response, the only one the moment could use. "I am enough," I said, and I put into the four words exactly what they needed to carry and nothi

More than I planned for myself. My legs give way gently, like a curtain lowering. As I fall, I am not afraid. I am full… of sunlight not mine, of love not earned, of life briefly shared. And that is enough. More than enough. I close my eyes with a smile and meet the dark like an old friend.

I was sent spiraling into the dark, the light fading, my strength gone. I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t enough. Never enough.

Me. The moonlight spilled pale across my floor. I sat by the window, knees drawn up, watching the world outside move in its slow summer rhythm. Somewhere, a car drove by blasting music. A couple laughed down the street. Life, going on, uncaring. My phone buzzed again. A DM request from someone I didn’t know: *“You’ll never be enough for him. Stay in your lane.”* I swallowed hard, setting the phone aside before it poisoned me more.

No matter what. This moment. This love. This choice. This reality. That was enough. Always enough. Forever enough. Completely enough. Undeniably enough.

Neeye vendum yenbaen Uyire en ulagamey. [You're my life, Throughout my days of living. You're enough for me, Oh, my life and my world. You're my love. I'll live coz of you. I only want you, Oh my life and my world.] *****

Until I stop being surprised that I belong here. Until this becomes who I am instead of who I'm trying to be. One day down. Thousands to go. But I showed up. I did the work. I survived. And that's enough. More than enough. It's everything.

Are they gonna hate me now because I'm not wolf enough? Did I just lose the grandparents I just gained? I was almost in tears at the thought, but then I, again, remembered my mother's words telling me that I'm enough and that I'm enough as I am. I quickly let the worry fall from my shoulders and looked them in the eye. I will not fold, regardless of who it is. I was enough for my mother to love. Then that means I'm enough for everyone else, if not... then they're not enough for me.