Do you think I’m enough?
Mother do you finally think I’m enough?
My precious child, I love you. Listen to me carefully, do you think I’m enough?
Excuse me, sir? Yes! Thank you. Do you have a moment to spare, do you think I’m enough?

She makes me feel artificial
Like I only exist when expected to perform
Everything and anything I do or say is meant to appease or answer to her whims
One day I won’t

I know a man who moves mountains

Not in the tortured way chipping away day after day at a promise always just out of reach
Nor the stubborn type who labor to recreate an endless cycle of sorrow and refrain

A man of monumental dedication

One who stands endless in his expansion hollow with fire seeking refuge in his veins
Limitless as the sky or the distance between his next steps and moments away

When you reach for him know you deserve feel his impact

Merit a chance to nurture under a wing authentically navigating the endless expanse between horizons  
Nepotize with familiarity the landscapes you were always meant to trapeze and recognize your place illuminated by the spotlight and cloud nine

Arise mountain man and take your place amongst the the stars

Know you’ll always have a home with friends who’d cover oceans and plains and time to watch you land
Trust Kali and your divine as you enter into an era of everything with knowledge and strength afforded to you through the echos of selfless sacrifice

I couldn’t hear half the night but I didn’t care
The chatter ebbing and flowing
floating over the conversation our conversation

She laughed soundly at another joke and they passed the chowder knowing we just had to try it
I smiled so hard I had to look away

This is a poem about friendship
The tingles you feel on the side of your face when someone’s trying to catch your attention
Smirks that transcend tabletop landscapes

Crowing madly at memories a decade old
We gather another round of courage
Debting any consequence of today to tomorrow
Tonight we make up lost time by sharing a past

I treat your messages like poetry
Feel their words caressing my skin
Dissect the bodies with laser precision
Cling onto every syllable’s purpose
Infinitely bound by meanings between
Incomplete sentences

I’ve come to the conclusion my blood is dedicated to frigid misconception

The force with which it moves under my skin slow and blinding

It knows best I suppose

Less words means more things considered when evoking endlessly vapid smiles

Still, why the urge to humble me?