I'm sorry for the times I wasn't strong enough to help you
For the times I couldn't say no when I know that I should have
I'm sorry I call you weak when you've been fighting your whole life
For the things I've allowed people to do to you I knew was wrong
I'm sorry for all those nights you laid awake crying from exhaustion
For the mornings you couldn't get out of bed when you knew you had to
I'm sorry for the things that I've said to you while angry and hurt
For putting you through situations I knew you couldn't handle
I'm sorry for always comparing you to the burning wax of a candle
For underestimating you and the power you hold in your small hands
You harness the sun in your chest and call it's rays of light a heart beat
I'm sorry for ever making you feel less than that
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
