It’s the only fair and just way to measure who I am.
Since it’s so difficult for me to discern, to contemplate
and relate to who I am in the world.
Frequently. So challenging.
By my own words.
Or actions.
Nevermind thoughts.
Of inadequacy.
So, thanks to all of you.
Who spare me the insecurities,
the retribution.
The backlash of wobbly legs from fear
trepidation
insistent passion from want of more love
more tenderness
more willingness to strike out
forward, more often than sideways, or
backwards momentum
Thank you for helping me celebrate