to my family:
I've been telling you all
what I think you want to hear.
Truth is,
I'm scared shitless. Of not being good
enough. Of letting you all down,
so I absenteed me.
But I'm peeking around
some corner of self-doubt
to shyly, contritely
ask for hand--your words,
"So, tell me the real story."
I'm ready to listen any time you want to talk. It's a "Come as you are Party." I love you. YELM
ReplyDeletei love you Annie
ReplyDeleteI love you. Always will. Wish I could be near you.
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