safe

feeling a sense of anxiety and discomfort

In new spaces in new places

Makes my chest burn

With embarrassment and shame

At the thought of feeling so lame.

Further angered at the red hot tears

That resembles the fear searing through me.

So I pull back,

Sit down

Let it all wash over me.

Stand up

So I push forward.

much is given

Ive held a sun and the earth in my womb

Carried the stars and delivered them safely 

Yet from cradle to tomb

It is not the good I do

provisions made

food on the plate 

Making a way

Out of no way 

Holding it down 

Sticking around

Being present

Forsaking the benefits

For doubt, failure and shame

I swallow the blame

Hold on to my pain

Let my tears flood the pillowcase

Only to awake

And do it again

Much is required.