You are enough
When your throat closes
And even breath is
A trapped spider
Running back and forth
From glass wall to glass wall.
You are enough
When you say it’s time
But there’s no clock
Whose hands can reach out
And hold you
Back from what
You are about
Wordlessly to submit to
You are enough
When feet walk you
To the place
That darkness shrouds
Over the knowledge your head
Can’t overwrite your heart with
You are still enough
When you reason
When you shrug
Off reason
When you lie back
When you turn around
Just once more
I promise
You are enough
When you pluck
Thick fingerfuls of cotton
And listen to sense
Through sheaths of its muffling
Like the clouds
Menacing the clear blue skies
Of your (other) life
You are enough
When embrace
Feels like performances of ritual
When #MeToo chokes
The cherished anonymity of silence
Rending the tendrils of
Calibrated webs of ‘I’m fine’
It is enough now
And you are
Always
Enough
This poem is inspired by a Facebook post by Ijeoma Oluo