No Apologies

With everything pressing down on my shoulders

I take time to worry about things that I can’t control

I drift from what I should focus more on to address concerns

Cast upon me from the outer circle

Left to my own creative works of support

Held together by the kindness of strangers

I break myself down daily to emerge in new hope

Sometimes I have to toot my own horn for attention

Always on guard to deflect backstabbing whispers

But in my downward spiral

I try to hold on to what I have accomplished

With no apologies