With these accolades you lay upon me,
I sleep more soundly,
as my self-worth is upheld by the praise
I won’t ask for you to idolize me,
but I will not decline the invitation
onto your pedestal,
because then and only then can
the corners of my mouth
curl upwards in enlivenment.
A wilting bud at best, I am,
bent and breathless,
hanging in limbo
by the crevice of a broken nail.
Yet I’m revived at last
in your unprompted recommendation,
because then they will know
that I am good and I am capable
in the eyes of more
than just myself.
what does my confidence offer,
but an undeserved crutch