In the quiet whispers of the night,
Beneath the moon's soft, gentle light,
A heart yearns for a simple touch,
To feel valued, to matter much.
In the depth of every sigh,
Lies a longing to satisfy,
The echoes of a silent plea,
To be seen, to be free.
Just to be enough, as I am,
Without the need for a grand slam,
To find solace in my own skin,
Embracing the flaws within.
In a world that demands perfection,
I seek only self-reflection,
To embrace the scars and imperfections,
And find beauty in my own creations.
For every tear that I have shed,
For every battle that I've bled,
I've learned that strength lies in acceptance,
And courage in resilience.
So let the winds of doubt subside,
As I embrace my own stride,
In the journey to discover,
That being enough is to uncover,
The depths of my own worth,
Beyond the measure of this earth,
For in the quiet of my soul,
I find the strength to be whole.
No need to strive or pretend,
Just to be enough, till the end.
For in the vastness of eternity,
I am simply, wonderfully, me.
