I’m proud of you! So kindly meant. Sweet simple words, truly a compliment. But my mind’s on alert, to me it’s confusing - as foreign language it’s without meaning.
Why would you say that? It wasn’t invited. What’s your intent? Vigilantly guarded. Still on my mind many hours later. Pin pricks of doubt what were you after?
Concerned and bemused,
not making sense.
Wary of manipulation
it’s actions that count.
Masking fierce independence,
I hold back intentionally.
I don’t understand
why you‘d be proud of me.
Thanks for your words, so lovely to hear. Only my opinion matters, I can hear myself cheer. I know that I’ve got this, an audience of one. I’m the only person I ever rely upon.
🌻
To The Core 