Frustrated, agitated, empowered.
Doing brave things while frazzled to my core.
Bound up and purpose filled.
Paralyzed and constant in motion.
I live, endure, and do the things.
The voice nags it is never enough.
That voice is a liar.
Always enough. Enough. Always Enough.
Never the nevers and always the evers.
Forgiven and a forgiver.
The fist clenching my chest loosens.
Exhausted and running in my mind.
So many wannados, oughttados.
And I do, do.