enough

​she said that she had seen them all.

the promise-makers, the vow and oath-takers, the silken tongued smooth talkers, the quiet intense brooders.

she asked me if I could love her. truly love her.

I said that I would spend our life together trying.

‘it’s enough’, she said.

the machinations of fate …

​on thorny paths we scramble, we crawl, ever struggling to rise, to stand tall,

while all the while the machinations of destiny, of fate,

cut our feet, leaving us trembling as we so often trip, slashing our hopes as we so often fall …