When It's Enough Poem by Kim Jones

A deep and foreboding hurt
lingers,
fighting and forcing
its way down, hoping
to take root.

Like a weed,
it squeezes all the life
out of anything near
and lively.

It is fought and battled
with every last breath
but with the wind of change,
a new hurt is presented as a seed,
planted,
and grown
and suddenly,
the gardener finds themselves wrapped about
with the thorns.

When does one learn when it's enough?
Sometimes it will only hurt more
trying to save a cause
that is lost and resistant
than it would hurt
to simply move on.