Someone recently asked me what makes me feel safe…I knew what it meant to feel safe…but that’s as far as my mind went…as I sat there thinking…I thought long and hard…I said the person needed to be kind, compassionate, and caring…I also mentioned consistent…
It was then I thought deeper…about what qualities my girl possessed…and realize that she had them all…it was me that was lacking…I have never been able to put it into words…but I realized I felt this safety with others…but when it came to being safe with myself…I wasn’t able to say I did…
My baby has everything that I want…my girl has the traits that help me…come out of my shell…that I hide in because I am scared…not just of other people’s opinions…but it turns out I am scared of myself…my insecurities coming to light…but I can’t get them out of my mind…
Will you teach me honey…will you help me grow…will you encourage me…when I am mean to myself…when my past gets in the way of you and me…sometimes I don’t notice…other times I think I just don’t care…that the world is judging me…just by staying in my shell…