Enough is Enough, Poem by Constance Anstaett

Enough is Enough

Poem by Constance Anstaett

I wish there was no pain, I wish it would go away, But pain is not just a theory, It’s a person, place or thing.

I wish I could give people, The benefit of what I’ve learned, But the words I say seem to go unnoticed At each and every turn.

I wish I could bestow upon them, The beautiful gift of foresight, And the knowledge to see, Not everything has to be a fight.

You have to pick your battles, And accept the part you play, In getting you where you are, And who you are today.

So much of life is wasted, In judgment, gossip and doubt, It’s very easy to point your finger, When you’re not the one it’s about.

Everyone will pass on, And we really never know when, Ask yourself how you would feel, If tomorrow was the end?

Did you leave anything unspoken? Any admission or sentiment of great love? Or will you now be faced clutching yourself and screaming in pain above?

Any issue we have with one another, Really doesn’t matter at all, If you never have the humility, To reach out and make a call.

I, myself, had to learn on my own, That sometimes it cannot be fixed, Sometimes you have to walk away, You’ll never find happiness where you lost it.

This is not true of all things, And yes, this I know, It’s a journey of discovering, All the forks in the road.

Respect, love and honesty, Anything less is non-negotiable, These things are very necessary, To live a life that’s truly full.

Take a look around you, And try to step out of the pain, Your loved ones are there waiting, To pull you from the flames.

So take it hour by hour, Minute by minute, if you must, Turn the pain into power Enough is enough.