This week's prompt is enough, a word that evokes abundance, which is what I expected to write about. I am certainly abundantly surrounded.
But instead, this:
enough of white rooms
wheeled carts, wheeled beds, wheeled chairs
sheets sopping with drugged dreams
stick fingers & brittle nailsenough long nights listening
for breathingor silence
watching for birds out the window
some sign of flight & freedomenough bathing of fragile flesh
sheets stiff & clean, so little left of the body
there is nothing to leave behindenough remembering & forgetting
enough bravery, enough cheer
narrow bundles off to the fire
enough holding on & letting go
how is emptiness so heavy?enough enough enough
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