enough

she told them her dreams and they said she was crazy

when she sat in silence, they said she was lazy

when she would lead, they talked behind her back

when she offered opions, they said she was lacking

no longer hearing, the storms deep inside

banished with silence, she took them in stride

choosing not to engage with anger or self doubt

she chewed on them slowly, then spit them all out

she studied more on balance, and when to let go

the moon in its phases, the ebbs and the flow

she learned just to listen, being true to herself

built up her courage that she had once shelved

avoiding the ones, that tried to belittle

that wasted her time, making her soul too brittle

she wasn't too quiet, too prideful or meek

but was strong and resilient, and ideas she did speak

she wasn't too little, more like just enough

she polished the diamond, ridding all the rough

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License