I Am Enough Poems Novels & Stories

“Now I’m the writer of my own ending. And it’s enough. It’s finally enough. [THE END]

My breathing slows, slows, and it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine. He touches my hand, and the touch is enough, is enough, is enough. I let go.

I stopped, exhaling softly. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “How are you feeling?” I met his gaze, and the silence between us grew heavier. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore,” I confessed. “Like what?” he asked quietly. “Like I’m not enough,” I said, my voice breaking. Cullen rose slowly, stepping closer. He didn’t touch me at first, just stood in front of me, his piercing gaze locked on mine. “You are enough,” he said softly, his voice deep.

Too empty inside, too achingly bare. I needed more! I needed--- HIM!

“Aaron made you think you’re too much. That you’re a burden. That you’re only valuable for what you can provide. But Sarah, that’s his voice in your head, not ours. And I need you to hear me when I say this: You. Are. Enough. Just as you are. Broken pieces, dark humor, fear, all of it. You’re enough.” “I don’t feel like enough,” I whisper, and saying it out loud feels like admitting defeat. “I feel like I don’t deserve this.” “We’re the ones who do not deserve you.” Malachi looks down at me. “I’m not brave,” I argue. I know I should shut the fuck up and take what they’re giving me, but I want to trash it all out right now. “I’m a coward. I’m sitting here asking you to prove something you sho

If you can only remember everything your family said to me, that was nothing. But after years of focusing on the things that made me sane in this insane world, I'm still not good enough for you. Well, I will never be enough and deserve you. You are Elroy Santos. You ought to do great things, while I am just a nobody writer with her imagination as her weapon.

She was like an older sister, which I never had. I finally sputtered a few words: "I feel like in my situation, I'm hoping for too much, but I know whatever I do, I'll never be enough." I said this with tears streaming down the sides of my cheeks. "You're so much more than just enough, Steph. Your heart is filled with so much love and compassion. Life will give it all back to you. It might take a while, but it will happen, believe me." I summoned all of my energy to bring a smile to my face.

“I don’t know if she will forgive you. I do know that you will need to remind her that she is enough. And the constant rejection she has faced in life is not her fault.” “She is enough. More than enough.” I whispered to myself. I finished my coffee and headed to my house. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself and figure out a way to find her.

I wanted to be enough for Emelia. I needed to be enough for Emelia. I would make myself more than enough for her. No matter what it took; no matter the cost.

At the hands of someone who said he loved me. "But I didn't die. I survived. And I want you to know, if you're here tonight, if you survived, that's enough. Surviving is enough. You don't have to be perfect. You don't have to be healed. You don't have to have it all figured out. You just have to be here. Alive. Breathing. That's enough.