if there is one soul that has been familiar with trouble it is the one
buried inside my own chest
for life often causes me to
shift in my seat
a constant state
of discomfort and mild panic
stands on my
ankles and demands i get up
belonging
conforming
even convincing myself or anyone that i am
allowed to take up space is a
challenge
living up to your
full potential is a myth
for each individual has their
own definition of success and i beg
my own brain to believe it
to project my goodness is
all my heart aches for
