feelin’ kinda small today,
just a lost kid, on the edge of this porch.
I’d meant to ask her out here, to share a glass of tea,
to watch the sun circle down, around,
greet the stars and count them
‘til we ran out of toes.
Instead I sit here wondering, again
What’s wrong with me?
What makes me so unlikable, unworthy?
Now don’t I sound pathetic?
Time to get my focus back,
take my little girl by the hand,
and tell her it’s ok.
We’ve carved a life for ourselves,
this little girl and I.
We’ve found our strength and more,
the way to love ourselves.