Enough
You are strong.
Fearless.
Captivating.
When you wake up,
Hell is stirred by your
early morning yawns,
the sound of your coffee maker,
and the persistent fire burning in your soul.
When you wake,
Mountains are moved.
Storms are calmed.
The sun comes
and slices through the darkness
For you are your own kind of storm
The kind you chase.
The kind you dance in.
The kind needed in order
For flowers to grow
Life flourishes in your presence
This poem is about:
Me
Our world