Enough

How does one accept the infinity of desire?

How does one cope with limitless longing? 

Will we ever be enough to satisfy our demons? 

Or will we forever search for a nonexistent perfection? 

This shell I am encased by is inferior to its inhabitant, 

A crumbling sleeve scarred by illness and disrepair, 

Limited by injury and steeped with ugliness, a shame 

Distilled through the weakness of this aging vessel.  

A human body. 

I long to peel away my skin, strip by strip, revealing the 

Bloody vascular system beneath, to see if there is anything

Beautiful hidden there, anything to combat the revulsion I feel

Every time I look in the mirror and witness my vulnerability. 

A human body. 

DNA dictates my every decision, a cocktail of chemicals and

Hormones trickling over the grooves of my skull, an invisible 

Vice crushing budding dreams and binding me to this body, 

Reducing me to a marionette lying in a pool of her own tears. 

A human body. 

Each breath expelled consumes another grain of sand in my 

Hourglass, borrowed time flowing between my fingers, time 

That refuses to slow, time that ravages my dreams until I am 

An empty husk, picking up the broken pieces of my legacy. 

A human body. 

There are versions of myself that I may never meet again and 

Pieces that have long since fallen through the cracks, lost to 

History. I may mourn for them but my grief is inconsequential. 

I will forever crave more, but for now, this human body will have to be

Enough.