enough

i wake up and “too much”
my tired mind blurts out
sisyphean efforts
simply not enough shout

longed-for ease of downhill
steals away my spirit
a hand upon my back
i almost don’t feel it

my emptiness is real
yet i show it no scorn
for here i meet Fullness
never to be forlorn

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired Apr 2026

Written in the form of Three Quatrains with an ABCB rhyming scheme and 6-syllables per line.