Branches Not Sins

I want to take a minute to talk about my sins.

I need to re-evaluate my fear of not being thin. F*ck that.

I must learn to cherish what I have and not dwell on what I’m missing.

I need to understand the genesis of my fear of kissing.

I’m growing and expanding in every sense of the word.

Yet still I struggle with making my tiny voice heard.

I’m leaned on and picked up and quite often used.

I have relationships with some that leave me so confused.

Why do we hang on to people that do not recognise our worth?

Is it fear of not making another connection while on this Earth?

That’s nonsense, let them go.

I have secrets and burdens which I know I’ll never share.

My biggest fear is doing so and seeing you don’t care.

Do you?

I’m complicated and complex and simple and slow.

My journey with education has a long, long way to go.

I want to shout about injustice and help in anyway I can.

But all the while, stopping me, is an underlying fear of man.

A real fear, one I know too well, as many sadly do.

I hope to raise two children who never have to sayme too‘.

I’ll fight tooth and claw for you.

I know despair, we’ve shaken hands and he offered me a rope.

‘No thanks, Sir’, I told that devil. He’d forgotten about my good friend, Hope.

I’m neither religious nor an atheist. I believe in being kind.

Who knows what sort of treasure in ‘goodness’ you will find.

I want to take a minute to talk about my sins.

I haven’t really got any, they are all just parts of me.

Not good.

Not bad.

I refuse your labels.

They are simply branches on my tree.

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