Enough (Weekly Prompt #5)

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My Screaming Twenties

I wished for a mountain

with a babbling brook

a rock to climb

and a moment of calm,

where love, cannot touch you

except the swelling of your heart

as sunlight breaks through cloud

into bird song melody.

I dreamt of a forest

vast and crowded

with buzzing, bees and everything

in between,

where love, cannot find you

running through leaves

deeper into the moss.

I  woke in a house

with brick walls

and plastered ceilings

at dawn, rosy and golden

a home and sanctuary,

in which love, was free

to touch and find me;

the girl who didn’t realise,

she was enough.


WP #5: enough

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