My Baby Is Shy

It pains me to know that my baby is shy
Afraid to speak up, she lets her tears dry
I’ve been that little girl, mild and meek
Offended, abused, but dare not speak

I grew up ashamed, to be anything less
Or anything more than just like the rest
I hoped to be good, but feared being great
The resentment of shame, has filled me with hate

But Molly is different, her resilience, better
Agile, not fragile.  She’s brilliantly clever
She observes the world in a rational manner
An optimistic spirit.  Her horizons are grander

To find that, she too, houses demons within
The kind that tell lies, portraying a friend
“Don’t let them see, you’re vulnerable side
If you’re feeling too human, your thoughts, you must hide.”

It tugs at my heart, and scratches my soul
I resent those very demons and the joy they have stole 
I wasn’t enough.  My pain couldn’t suffice
But these brilliant bastards will hurt me twice
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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February 17, 2020 at 1:29 PM
Wow, Anna. An awesome poem with a super strong message against bullying. A FAVE.
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February 17, 2020 at 12:17 PM
Self confidence comes from setting small goals and accomplishing them. The more you accomplish the more self confidence is gained. One can only gain false self confidence from praise. For real self confidence must be gained through sacrifice. (IMO) It's a whole lot like baby birds learning to fly. It worked with my kids:) Loved the poem, Anna.
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February 17, 2020 at 9:15 AM
My oldest daughter was the same way. Gymnastics brought her out of that shell. Time and friendships will do wonders for her Anna.
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