“You are a fragile vessel”, my Self said to Myself
“You look like a smiling Buddha”
Yet inside where the shards of glass still linger
With a concerted effort to reglue
I wrote earlier “Enough is enough”
There are many voices that whisper, some yell, yet
The vessel seeks to greet the morning with one clear voice
That says
“Hello I am here…”
That is the enough speaking back to the enough
2014 Diane Findlen Garrow
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