good enough

i finally have the strength to look back without judgement. to let go of all the things i thought i should have been. no longer left to untangle the web of words or wonder why the silence follows us around.  i can reflect on sorrow and how it made my forehead frown. my heart releases the tension, the cords that connect and bind pieces of me to pieces of past. the solitary sound of closing, of the windows and doors closed and the lights dimmed to collect the wind blown papers, the fallen, the broken. i can’t blame, only ride the present wave and how it happens for a reason. how our minds need time, to build our stories and remember what it feels like to be good enough. that never again will i let myself become just in hopes of being loved.