Enough

Am I enough?
The question pecks at the hem of my dress

I dare that I am
I dare that I am not
I dare that I am
I dare that I am not

Dare to dare of dares trickle by
Truth to untruth as lies stick to my parched palette
My nail is long and black
A point which pricks with prisoned purpose
I lace up my taut skin
Covering the wound which tries to sing
I plaster the holes in my face
With widowed white paste

I am not enough
I am enough
I am not enough

I shake at the beat of pregnant confusion
Rich within me
Poor without thee
Hold my hands and whisper in the cherry filled lullabies
Marching melodies which dictate a tender rule
I will now be that which I am called

Chosen to swing in this buggered belching breeze
As I sway the swish of my feral seed
In dark days which do howl wth an unmeasured need

I am that which I am not
Enough is enough