Tiptoe Poetry by: JusJess Poetry

Confidence?
Yes, I’ll take two,
 one for each decade of overcompensating.

Pound my chest?

Feed helium to my ego to appear worthy of their swoon? 

Never again.
I walk away with a clean conscience, tiptoeing swiftly and peacefully.


I’ve always longed to fly or float,
endlessly at times but the gravity of my own expectations has me stuck here.

I refuse to let my gift go to waste, it’d be hopeless to cast myself aside to rust as I wait to feel included, pondering who is who they say they are when even I have let character slip before.

Late 30’s comes knocking and no longer will I fret, fake, or sit around to be quiet while my core, my identity aches.

Instead I’ll shimmer.