Enough

Enough

I am not a polished stone,  

smooth and gleaming in the light

I am rough around the edges,  

full of flaws that catch the sight.

My words sometimes stumble,  

my steps don't always land,  

I carry doubt like pebbles  

in the hollow of my hand.

But in this sweet imperfection,  

in these cracks where love seeps through,  

I find I am sufficient

broken, beautiful, and true.

For perfect is a prison  

that no soul was meant to fill.  

I am enough, just as I am,  

and I think I always will.