Enough

“I take a seat right in the middle
Of my sorrows, turning all this into a riddle
That rhymes my sadness with my regrets
As my heart desperately beats and forgets.

Butterfly’s wings for heartbeats,
Hiding from it all under sheets –
Will I ever be enough,
Not for you, but for me?

I cry myself a river,
At night, I shiver –
The truth is that I’ve never been a runner,
So I will grow to be a snow-in-summer.

I wait for better days,
When my eyes’ lost gaze
Will be nothing but happiness ablaze
As hope, by my side, stays…”

Ana