I Am

Warm wind blowing
Bird Sitting, Staring
Wanting to tell me something
What is it I ask
Tears come to my eyes
He's staring right at me
Seeing me, hoping I can see me too
I do see the beauty in me
My kindness, my strength
and yet
why is there fear to admit these things -
the need to apologize.
I'm not saying I'm better than
or prettier than or smarter than
or stronger than.
Just that I AM ME
Perfectly Imperfect.