I don’t know how to
for this world to
So I have decided to just be enough for me.
But even that is too great an expectation.
My therapist said that I was a flower that needed space to bloom.
So I spent a lot of energy trying to grow,
willing myself to break out and blossom.
But now, I have decided to sit quite still
and watch as my petals billow about me.
She says life is not a lake but an ocean.
I am tired of swimming but have no intention of drowning.
Instead I will float and simply wait and see,
Whereabouts I am supposed to be.