When did I begin to doubt myself, was it when I bounced and rattled on the floor?

Or was it when I was challenged and ridiculed for fighting for so much more?

I fought for so many things in so many places up in so many faces.

Yet now I am told that I can only do so little and stay in small places.

I was a fighter for so many years, for those that had no voice, to those that needed ears.

Yet now I am afraid to leave my house, what happened to that woman who is now a mouse, which fought those years.

Why am I now doubting myself, is it because to many have told me my direction and thoughts are wrong?

Have I given in to those that feel the need to manage me, to guide me, to let me know I am wrong?

I used to be independent, a fighter, a bitch, a sass.

Now all that’s left something weak, hiding, a little hiding lass.


About me

Northern country girl, daughter, mother, wife, fiscal conservative, social liberal, recovering catholic, environmentalist, equality rules! Proverbs 31 Girl. You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. William Tecumseh Sherman When you wake up in the morning and your feet hit the floor.... the devil says "oh crap, she's awake"...

2 responses »

  1. Your “Doubt…Why?…” post is very well composed Laurie. I think the real you shows through in your words even though you feel like the real you is being muted. There are people who need you still.

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