Enough

When everything is lost, that's when you know...

Image by Miriam Alonso

When is enough, enough?

 

Enough is enough when I can

finally wear my own skin. Pull it

up by its bootstraps and it doesn’t

shrink after being put through the

laundry. It’s enough when I can look

at my reflection, and not want to

bloody my knuckles. Break the

mirror to earn the seven years

that I placed upon myself

 

Enough is enough when I can

finally accept me for me, and

not feed on the cat calls as

I strut down the runway.

  

I have sooo, had enough.

 

© Phillip Hurt, 2024: reworked September 2025