A Hypothetical Concept

Our humanity often reaches, hypothetically, to grasp

that sliver of perfection that often changes with each passing moment

"Only IF…

I was beautiful enough.

I was "thin" enough.

I possessed the right strength,

or I was intelligent enough."

Only IF the intangible were tangible.

"IF…

I could fly high enough.

I could run fast enough.

I could love hard enough."

Only IF I could find a way to sing my sorrows with the voice of a nightingale to lull my mind into a numbing slumber… Only IF I could tuck them into a bed of carelessness with the hands of delicacy.

"IF…

My happiness was joyous enough,

or My pains were valid enough."

Only IF I didn't have to wish on shooting stars of "IFs" to grant life its perfections. & only IF I could patch the holes of a broken world with the solidarity of my passions.

No longer in hesitation,

I delete the burdens of "ifs" from the weights that plague my aching shoulders – Now, only holding up the desire to accept myself and the aspirations that I deem worthy.. as “Enough”.

~ [[27 April 2014]]

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