Enough

Pain from loss was far more than I could take
But pain from self inflicted wounds was worse
I lingered in shadows of a life no one wanted
I grieved my life, deeply bitter, blaming God
But when I found someone who felt her worth
Never measuring worth of others, comparing
Finding me, so self entitled, I imprisoned me
My heart needed to love as much as seek love
I took a different view, something more true
Instead of my constant need, I'd well enough

“Every one is worthy of love, except him who
thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that
should be taken kneeling.” Oscar Wilde