Admission

Maybe it’s time to admit

that the little girl that lives within me

has been taking care of others for too long.

Maybe it’s time to admit

that tiptoeing around feelings and weighing everyone else’s emotions

wasn’t her job, or at least it shouldn’t have been.

Maybe it’s time to admit

that slipping into silence while making assumptions about the weight of every foot step and sound of every sigh

isn’t a burden she should have had to bare.

Maybe it’s time to admit

that her feelings are not wrong

and her happiness is sacred.

Maybe it’s time to admit

that she doesn’t have to carry it all at once

and it’s okay to put things down when they’re too heavy to carry.

This piece is part of the #SOL24
March Slice of Life Story Challenge
hosted by the Two Writing Teachers