A Sunflower Surrounded by Roses

No More Apologies

Sometimes,
I catch myself.
Crying waterfalls over the little things,
But other things don't seem to phase me.
Then it hit me,
I don't do this because I'm bipolar, or crazy, or a mess.
It's because,
Those things that "don't phase me"
Are, in reality, things I'm strong enough to handle, and the things I cry over;
Like a dog being put down,
Or someone on the side of the road that I didn't give a ride, is really my compassion, the child in my heart.
The parts of me that feels sorry,
The parts of me that feels guilty.
I am not weak for those moments.
I will not apologize for being human.

I will no longer apologize for being myself.