For What Its Worth - poems

Enough

3-18-15

I never knew who I was when until that one day
when I realized that the only thing I do to be okay
was the thing I'm best at
and that
after years of C-'s in math and tripping on my own two feet
arguments with my mother and in social situations not being able to speak
years of hating myself and crying in my head
wanting to scream and anger burning red
the only thing that I've been good at you see
was the way I've been dealing
healing
writing
the word itself is inviting
my sadness and misery has not been for nothing
because during writing I feel something
It doesn't matter what I write
poetry or journaling and bringing a plain piece of paper to life
I feel better
like its 10 degrees and I'm in a fluffy sweater
I wonder if my heart's desire
is worth the tire
a long way to go
before I know
if I'm worth it
if its worth it
but If I dare
if I care
I'll show someone my work
and I know it still has worth
even if its not enough
because my pain is enough