Live To Fight Another Day


“It’s not enough,” I whispered to my body.
“We’ve got to push some more.”
“I’m tired,” it replied gasping for air.
“Can’t you see how far we’ve come?”
I looked back for the first time 
and saw all the obstacles we’ve jumped
and saw all the battles with depression we’ve won.
I looked at my body
and saw all the fresh wounds dripping with blood.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered to my body.
“I’m sorry for not looking back.”
There was silence.
“It’s okay,” it replied taking a deep breath.
“We live to fight another day.”
And we both slept to the delicate sound of our heart.
I am enough.
I am enough.
I am enough.