Am I Enough

I'm not the loudest voice in the room, Nor perfect under every moon. But in the quiet, here I stand, Trying to be good enough-just as I am. No need for crowns or shining gold, Just honest stories gently told. In flaws and cracks, I find my light, Good enough to face the night. So if you ask what makes me true, It's simply this-being me, through and through.