I want you to know
I'm not brave or strong or sure
and still adore me.
I'm not brave, I just
know how to be, completely
still, waiting, silent.
I'm not strong, I'm just
attached like a barnacle
on wave beaten rock.
I'm not sure, I am
willing you to convince me
to be that woman.
For you I'll become
all you think I am (I'm not)
and prove us both wrong.
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