You Are Enough

I've noticed something in the past year. There is sadness in everyone's eyes. Some more than others, but it's there. And when you speak of destruction, I am terrified. For I am Inadequate at mending all these broken bones, I am unable to fix every broken soul I meet eyes with, though compassion consumes me, It is not enough. And this terrifies me down to the core. Everyone is filled up to their necks with rivers flowing of destruction. But their insides are the walls that these waves crash upon, and we're only human, we wear and tear until we can't stand to bear it anymore. And my dream is that we stop this disease, but is it possible? I am inadequate, am I not? How, then, will the broken find light if I am unable to reveal the sun? I promise to do what I can, I take you warmly by the hand with an authentic smile blooming from the roots in my chest. But I can only do so much. The shadows that weigh down your shoulders heavy as mountains, they won't disappear on their own. But I believe in you you will survive. You are worth it. You are enough.