Trapped In The Margins

There is no denying it now.

I’ve spent my entire life trying to live up to the ideal.

My own personal superhero.

I never believed that I was worthy to be her daughter.

My anxiety has lied to me for as long as I can remember.

Telling me that I was never good enough.

But a mother’s love is stronger than all.

I can see her strength in me and her pain.

Generational trauma lives in my veins.

But generational strength resides there as well.

I am more than the failures society had imposed upon me.

I am the culmination of strength and triumph.

I am the success that my mother’s sacrifices built.

Yet, I almost lost everything the other day.

I admit that I’ve always been the coddled child.

Protected.

Sheltered.

Broken.

All by love.

But I could not be coddled any longer.

I will always be my mother’s daughter.