Silver Crown

fiction
poetry

It sits on top of my head
My silver crown
Woven from every heartache and fear

The worries of not being enough
Not being good enough
Not wife, not mother, not worker

Every fever that wasn't mine
Every stitch, every broken bone
Every worry that started "if only I had"

The silver threads weave
The doubts made real
For everyone to see

Every harsh word said
That couldn't be taken back
Only replayed at 2 AM

Every month
Where the days kept coming
But the money had run out

Every moment where I failed
Them. Me. You.
All in a silver crown

My silver crown sits on top of my head
Like a spotlight glowing in the dark
Look at me! Look here under the false halo

My silver crown woven of every decision
Every moment.
The bad, the good; the passage of time

My silver crown that says,
I'm here.
I'm still here.

And I glow.