I Wish

I feel like a rain storm that has lingered past it's point of being beneficial.

At first I am welcomed like much desired moisture after a drought that has lasted to the point of overall detriment.

But it doesn't take long for that to wear off.

Too soon I have outstayed my welcome and I feel I become a bother, a nuisance that people would prefer went away that they wish they had never welcomed.

I know I am often just to much like a wildfire that burns past the cleansing point.

I know being my friend is taxing and exhausting like a hike discovering the beauties of nature that lasts to long on a day was supposed to be mild but instead is unseasonably stifling.

I know my broken pieces cut like a shattered stained glass window that some want to fix to restore it to its former beauty but eventually give up on because damaged things will never be exactly the way they once were.

I wish I was whole.
I wish I was  less where I am a lot and more where I am lacking.
I wish I was enough.

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