"breathe" a poem by Becky hemsley
She told them what she'd been told. Time after time. She told them she felt she was never enough. She was either too little or far too much. Too loud or too quiet. Too fierce or too weak. Too wise or too foolish. Too bold or too meek. Then she found a small clearing surrounded by furs. And she stopped and she's she heard what the trees said to her. And she sat there for hours, not wanting to leave for the forest. Said nothing