I cannot brag
I cannot humble brag
I cannot publicly whisper accomplishments
under my breath and yet
I have done things others can only dream
these things are kept in a
drawer of facts and figures, papers
brittled to be filed in a box with momentos
fondled on rare occasions of
remembrance to be wondered over in
melancholic thoughts of
what when where I would be if…
I hadn’t learned to skirt walls, if
I hadn’t retreated from harsh words
and the pushing away, if
I hadn’t learned to deny my worth
so young so long
“…mother did it need to be so high…” ~ The Wall, Pink Floyd
