Monday, November 10, 2014


Sometimes I feel very weak,
I wish I could be strong all the time.
I wish I was as independent as my stubborn temperament would like.
But there are times when my heart feels very vulnerable.
There are times when I need...

Even though every part of my brain will tell me to buck up,
Stick my chin up and be independently awesome.
My gut, my heart, says I am hopelessly dependent.
Why do I identify the part of me that is able to admit I need other people as weak?
Why do I consider my self-sufficient side as powerful?

It seems messed up when I word it that way,
But so does waiting on Superman.

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