enough [a poem]
The little balloon was searching for peace,
longing for a day when her self-doubt would cease.
Too much or too little, she was never enough,
she was either too vulnerable or a little too tough.
Striving for balance and playing a role,
appeasing other’s was taking a toll.
Feeling deflated and pretty bummed out,
she had two options: to rally or pout.
She reached out to her friends, the flowers and trees,
the junebugs and crickets, and warm summer breeze.
And her friends they were kind and made her feel better,
with jokes and stories and handwritten letters.
And the little balloon, she filled up with love,
and soared high in the sky with the clouds up above.