You try to lift alone beneath the sun.
It is no failure to ask for help
Even the mighty moon
Glows in the borrowed light.
Monday, November 17
Saturday, November 8
Misjudged
It is exhausting, this constant negotiation between expectation and reality.
The weight of carrying a professional image that feels so at odds with my private self.
When the people I let in the inner circle echo those casual labels..
"So boisterous," or "Always has opinion".. it creates a profound sense of isolation.
A humble expectation that maybe, just maybe, one day,
preople will truly understand rather than judging the volume of the voice
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