I hate myself
a little bit
when I apologize
***A little background for a poem I’m sure will leave you wondering.
I’ve noticed recently, in my life and when surrounded by those who love me the most, I stifle who I am. Whether it being an out right apology for my opinion, when it doesn’t match theirs, to noticing my silence as the vehicle for my apology or shame.
The climate I’m currently in requires a boldness and strength my heart doesn’t currently feel. I’m aware of my need for a hand to hold. A lead.
There’s nothing wrong with this need. I’m built differently. I never wanted to be Superwoman, even though that’s how I’ve always been seen and viewed capable of…