Sometimes I wonder what I would do if I didn't have any expectations
Who would I be if I were free
Who was I before the voices
Whose voices do my children hear
Is mine too loud now
Too quiet
Now I wonder what Goldilocks was really about
YOU ARE READING
Who is Goldilocks
PoetryAt 3 am my brain contemplates the weight of expectations. Am I too much or too little? Who hears my voice? Is it enough? Is it right? Is it even mine?
