Drained and discouraged
from playing the role of
provider,
protector
leader and mom.
I doubt I was called
to be everything
to all,
but I put on my stilettos
and try to stand tall.
Should I be embarrassed
or be red-faced
for longing for the one
from who's rib I was shaped?
I want a man,
the one meant
for me,
to
be
my
fence.
