Poetry
What is her name?
She’s not my friend
I admire her from a distance
So powerful and graceful
From afar, she is perfect
Afraid, I’m not good enough
To talk to her
To relate
To share stories
My friend asks
But why not?
Why not try and fail
You learn that way
Each time
I open myself up
More fear dissipates
There is freedom
In vulnerability
One day I got to know her name
This poem is about:
Me