Enough is Enough
04/03/2006 02:30 a.m.

I find that I am waiting. What am I waiting for? Am I waiting around just to tell him that I am sad and unworthy? Am I waiting to talk of my inadequacies and my failures? Maybe I am waiting to hear reassurances that mean nothing in the wake of my non-doing. I think I must be waiting to take, though I never actively give. Then I asked myself, who is the one actually doing the waiting, when he is here and I am not?

When finally we came face to face I decided to forgo my complaints. Instead, I asked him, “What thought did you wake up with this morning?” “The thought was,” he oddly divined, “enough is enough.”


I am currently Bad