Anxiously waiting,
time slipping through my hands.
What do I do
when courage feels heavier than fear,
and I’m still seeking my family’s approval?
Do I rip off the bandages,
let the sting rush in—
what once was a wound
has grown into something deeper,
something alive beneath my skin.
I’m tired of hiding.
No more half-truths,
no more holding my breath.
I’ll pray,
release what I can’t control,
and let it be.