The Language of Enough

The Price of Transformation

The way you spoke changed

The words you chose 

the lilt of your voice 

the cadence of your speech

grew heavier 

as if each one 

dragged something 

unseen 

You once spoke of the future 

lightly 

Now 

you measure it

in limited tomorrows 

You spoke in can 

Now you speak in can’t 

The color drained 

from your words—

save for 

a few brief flashes 

There was always more 

Now 

there is only 

‘enough’ 

Words were your identity 

and when it changed 

they followed 

The language 

of boundless tomorrows 

of countless horizons—

became the language of enough 

But sometimes—

Enough can be the doorway

back to more 

more skylines 

more color 

simply 

more 

© Ron Simpson Jr.