A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

fearful
full of fears
tearful
for many years
feared I wasn’t good enough
feared I wasn’t worth your love
feared if I was true to me
you wouldn’t like what you could see
feared one day you’d walk away
because I couldn’t make you stay

unapologetic
and full of hope
I’ve found myself
now you can’t cope
calling out all your inaction
calling out your cruel reactions
not the doormat you expected
not some damsel to be protected
as I learn what I am worth
you now seem less down-to-earth

apprehensive
offended
defensive
you’ve pretended
everything is as expected
you say that I’m love and respected
whispered words, but actions shout
these actions I could live without
now I’m not the one who fears
even if I still shed tears

Written for Day 10 of Kristina Mahr’s TTPD Challenge