"Enough"

Not swimming
Not sinking
It's enough to stay afloat--to
     stay topside the salty ocean
     of our briny, swelling times.

And it's enough to draw this one
And just wait to draw the next
When we're speaking of the drawing
     of just one more ghostly breath.

Not fighting back,
Not losing.
It's enough to just stand up--to
     stay upright and stagger back
     into the aching, blinding fray.

Enough, for now, to weather blows
And wait 'til you can throw your own
When we're speaking of just staying
     in the fight 'til it should end.

No thriving, no, nor dying.
Only striving to exist
There's no shame in just surviving
When that's all the room there is.