When Is it Enough?
by Ieisha McIntyre
I can wake up in the morning
and look out my window
and see the truth.
Why that isn't enough, I don't know.
I can move my two legs equally well.
And walk up and down hills
taking in the morning breeze,
high-fiving oak leaves as I go.
But still, it is not enough.
I can place my palms together in prayer
have those prayers answered and blessed.
still not enough.
I know that the God I worship is
the beautiful soul within me, Yet
I look outward for the love I seek.
It is still not enough.
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