I am always learning. Sometimes I am learning that I need to be more humble, more giving, more thankful. Sometimes I show my confidence and then retract as if my toes touch the waters and the temperature offends my skin.
Confidence is such an unforgiving regret. You can’t take it back — quickly — before someone sees your boldness and decides that you think too highly of yourself. You cannot look back on your own boldness in a moment of thinner spirit and not feel a sense of woe.
I am always learning. I am open. I wait for poetry to once again find my fingers and will them to move. Let the words find me worthy.