Enough.
Yeah, I KNOW i’m too much.
Too much truth, Too much Grace,
Too much uncertainty, Too much faith.
No one can “characterize” the actual grit in what it takes-to embody such genuine strength.
One cannot fear her fire, because her inner spark ignited her limitless blue flame.
One cannot weigh the amount of dirt thrown at her, as she dug herself out of a living grave.
One cannot drown her in the ocean of extremities, of which she overcame.
She can breathe without air, survive bone crushing pressures, below 0 temperatures-
She embodies adaptation within constant change.
She was never enough-
Now “too much” in exchange.
She was enough.
She is enough.
She will be enough.
Because she IS unconditional love.
-Me
Hurricane
“I just feel it” is a lie I’ve told myself before & wishful thinking of those that came before-but you, YOU are something more, something exquisite! My god, what is it?
He is delicate, yet strong. I am guarded but not armed. There’s just something about his warmth. Drenched, weathered and wounded-wrapped in his arms Safe from the relentless swirling storm. His eyes are calm and earry all at once.
Knowing the worst is yet to come-Together we are prepared, together we are one. Rebuilding our realities, unraveled and undone. Baby, you are my one and only; and my only one.