I don't think it's my turn to apologize.
I do that too much.
I don't think it's my turn to ask questions.

Or analyze or be
insightful or
in any way try to heal what feels broken even
if it's actually fixed.

I'm tired of fixing things and
of wanting to fix them.

I will make another attempt just so it's
clear, it's clear what I intended to convey.

After that, I'm done.
After that, I'll live in peace and hope
that one day along comes
a man who's man enough
to let me be a woman.

In truth. In beauty. In goodness.