Novel & Cerita I Am Enough Poems

Not as an answer. Not as a solution. Not as something others needed to define their own position. Just as herself. And that, quiet and unremarkable and entirely unperformed, was enough. More than enough.

And loyalty without courage is just empty promises. I don’t need a mansion. I don’t need a powerful name. I only need myself. And above all, I trust myself. No one will ever push me into despair again. I am my own protector now. If love finds me one day, it will meet me as I am—whole, steady, unafraid. And if it doesn’t— I am still enough. I turned back toward the restaurant, toward the place I built with my own hands. And when I whispered, “I’m home,”

With whatever comes next. But tonight? Tonight I’m just going to hold her. And that’s enough. More than enough. It’s everything.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I just have to admit that, maybe, just maybe, I wasn't good enough for them. I wasn't good enough for him, who shall not be named, then. And now, I wasn't good enough for the man I love with all my life. I am not good enough. I am not enough. I am not enough. God, it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please, God, please. Please, please, please. Let me our of this misery. I can't. I ... just can't. It hurts to breathe. Why is it hurting?

"Because I know you. And I won’t let you forget who you are, even if they try to burn it out of you." But her words slid off me like water on glass. But she kept whispering into my hair, "You’re enough, you’re enough, you’re enough.." like if she said it a hundred times it would finally sink into my bones. The memory sliced through the fog as my stomach twisted, but this time it wasn’t from shame.

“You’re right. I did, Henry. I really loved you. “But I’m not a toy. I’m a person. “What made you think you could take my love for granted? That you could hurt me over and over again, and I’d just take it? “What made you think that after all the pain you caused, you could just say ‘I love you’ and I’d come running back to you like a fool?”

I feel this is my mind imitating is voice and I say. "Jayden, you don't know, I like you. I like you so much, and cannot tell you, you're more handsome than this ugly duckling, me. And also, now, I got to know your family status is as this, you're not for Me." My face twitched. "I will pray for so much money next time I come to the world so, you can like me." I say, some small romance imagination starts to feel my heart. How would it be, me and him, in a picnic, and I will feed him with my bare hands.

Me I am also tattered Shattered Am I No it’s just a bad in dream What I get Is living life Like a different being Dirt makes me look clean Cleaner than many In life’s stream But I will repair self And also mend Parts of my shell Come celebrate this day With me Sounds silly It’s strange life ways We don’t know When we are meant For another weep So smile this day With me I again repeat Come orange mangoes Come bananas kiwi Come let’s eat with me I share food For not in food But in your human life I more believe I have little more money I will give what I hold I am at top today within Just a smile away From destiny Don’t break my day Let me too smile From within My way Enjoy sun rise again What

“Tired of pretending. Tired of fighting ghosts I can’t kill. Every time I go back to that house, I lose another piece of myself.” She stepped forward again, slower this time, like she was afraid I’d break. Maybe I already had. “You are not a cripple,” she said softly. “You are a man. A flawed, beautiful, infuriating man who has done more with pain than most people do with privilege.” I shook my head. “You don’t know what it’s like to be reminded every single day that you’re not enough. Not strong enough. Not cold enough. Not ruthless enough. That your own father thinks you’re nothing but your mother’s shadow.”

The rustle of clothing and the unmistakable sounds of bodies entwined filled the audio, echoing in Bianca's ears and making her stomach churn. She gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles went white, and her face drained of color. Moments later, a new message arrived. "The woman he doesn't love is always the other woman. Stop fooling yourself and get lost." The wave of disgust and heartbreak that washed over Bianca was overwhelming, threatening to suffocate her. She pressed a hand to the wall, steadying herself as she fought the urge to throw up. Tears of hurt and fury welled up and spilled over, burning tracks down her cheeks.