Mental Health · prose poetry

All I Want for Christmas

This year for Christmas,

I want to ask

for the biggest thing of all:

Confidence.

It’s all I want this year.

It’s all I want for years to come.

For with confidence,

I am brave enough to

chase my dreams

despite the nightmares attached to the

pursuit.

Confidence will make me beautiful.

Confidence will hold my hand

when I feel most weak.

Confidence will introduce me

before I even speak.

Confidence will dress me.

Confidence will wake me.

Confidence will lift me.

Confidence will warm me.

So I ask for a box of confidence

this Christmas.

Just a little box,

whatever you can spare.

But confidence is all I need,

to get myself there.

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