Tribe, use your talent, use your voice, world peace

Going Public

img_9411
Still looking for my tribe
Three years old inside
Was I ever really safe enough to leave your side?
Now I sit alone
Hurting
Crashing
Surrounded by my loves.
Am I just a fool?
Is that what they will see?
A pariah to be avoided.
I was taught to hide
My shame
My flaws
My weakness
Little Miss Perfect, born of pride.
Connections
That’s what I mean when I say, “my tribe.”
Do you see me?
Can you feel me?
Are you willing to be touched
On a heart level?
To be known
To be seen?
Or, are you like me?

Still hiding?

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s