A Good Day

I stood up for myself.

You'd be proud of me.

(I was proud of me.)

I stood tall, with my head held high,

And I stuck up for myself.

And it felt good.

Only a twinge of regret and panic

Raced through my heart

As I closed the door, relatively calmly behind me

And went back inside, alone.

What's the worst that could happen now?

You leave?

Oh, well.

I cry.

Life goes on.

But for me,

That tiny, little second in time

I was in control.

I was brave

And bold

And strong and proud.

I was Me.