Apology
Who am I to sit and judge?
I who am covered with sores
I who am finite and miniscule
I who am befriend by bores
What right do I have to criticise?
I who have such glaring flaws
I who have limited patience
I who have such scary claws
What possessed me to believe I’m always right?
I who believe in ignoring your cues
I who believe in the tooth fairy
I who believe in shouting my views
Who am I to demand perfection?
I who demand to be understood
I who demand to be listened to
I who demand to be trusted
What led me to think I know better?
I who know I’ve a lot to learn
I who know I’m not an island
I who know I’m not an expert
Who am I to claim knowledge of your feelings?
I who feel frustration
I who feel grief
I who feel helplessness
I will only go by what I see
And I’ve seen your power to sooth
Your power to be strong and steadfast
Your power to recognise what is real truth
