i’m afraid i’ve grown weaker. spiritually.
mentally. emotionally. verbally.
so let me sit in this moment, as a bud,
carved into myself, and be proud.
i no longer shout to impress.
i don’t smart to correct.
i don’t praise to fake-bless.
i am quiet. happily weak.
how blessed i am, for all the
dark times, when all the
Universe wanted from me