“You’ve got this!” they say...
Got what anyway?
And how do you know?
I’m not really on show.
If I had “it” I’ve dropped it,
Or it’s hiding away
Or maybe I’ve lost it
Who’s really to say?
It feels like a pressure to be honest
To “have it”
A symbol of success
“It’s yours, just grab it!”
But what if success isn’t having “it”
And admitting it.
Being ok with uncertainty
With courage to sit in it?
Knowing our need goes beyond what just I can do,
Holding grief and joy all together
In a messy stew.
Ange Disbury
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