I’m sorry for being so sorry
all the time right in front of you.
You spill your words and fork out
the tiny shavings of displacement.
Because trying isn't easy,
and stability not yet managed.
watering the plants that don't need attention
you're left so dry, so exposed
your head seeing spots of exemption.

You need to forgive your body,
for pushing back on your shoulders.
The moment you pause and give into nurture,
will be the love you were craving,
the water to grow further.
Please keep being you,
spreading love, making time.
I will never apologise at your forefront again,
because being you, being me, is absolutely fine.