Can We Clear The Air

I know I mess up a lot.

I’m working on that.

I never meant to be the straw

that breaks the camels back.

My bedroom floor is littered

with crumpled up pieces of paper:

all the ways I want to say I’m sorry,

but I just can’t get it right.

I’m still trying.

I’m still pushing through.

I’m still the same girl,

just a little older.

I’m still the same girl,

just a little less bolder.

I wish I could convey in words and actions

the things that I feel.

Please accept my broken apology

and all these sincere tears.

I’m still not a whole person,

still not worthy of your forgiveness,

but I’m asking still.

So can we clear the air?