Enough To Exist

Enough To Exist short poem

Photo by DaveBleasdale


I woke up to something
Something like a shout.
Shout they did
Or did they?

No, it’s not,
Not another title am I under!
Under someone’s definition though I stand
Wanting freedom
Freedom from what?

I want freedom
Freedom from titles
Titles that rope me
‘Me’ I say
Say, who am I?

I am what I am
Am I?

They ask for my name
Name?

Enough is enough, enough is what I feel
I feel the echos
Echos that ring
Ringing in my ear
Ears that hear the thunder and shouts;
Shouts that ask me
Who are you?

Im a bird, an animal , a human?

Why bother anymore,
No more do I need a name
For I am who I am.

Am I not enough?
Enough to exist?

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