I call back my power from those who have taken it,
teased it from me.
I call back my power from those to whom I have given it freely.
I call back my power from times I felt I had none.
I call back my power from those who stomped it beneath their feet.
I call back my power from times of indifference;
when I thought the middle way meant no way.
I call back my power now.


I make no apologies for my idols – and none.
How I prayed.
I make no apologies for my anger.
How I fought.
I make no apologies for my abandoned work.
How I tried.
I make no apologies for my failed relationships.
How I believed.
I make no apologies for pushing myself further.
How I thrived.
I make no apologies for my withdrawal from the world.
How I restored myself.


I make no apologies for my vulnerability,
for my fierceness,
for my language,
for my demands.
I make no apologies for my strength,
for my fear,
for my silence,
for my power.


I make no apologies for who I am.
And who I am becoming.