When I admit I need you
When I let you know me
When I allow you to take this road with me
When I admit I am wrong
When I admit you are right
When I admit that I am just like you; vulnerable!
When I give in to your hug
When I take the back rub
When I finally laugh and cry; letting you understand my emotions
I know then I have been stripped of my pride!
By Susan McMillan
3 thoughts on “Stripped of my pride!”
Hi Susan. Michael, Gary and Michele. We are so happy our paths have crossed and will now be able to see the world through your eyes and words. This poem is beautiful. So wonderful when pride is able to be put aside if only for just a moment.
Thank you very much for your kindness. We hope to see the world to see your eyes as well. Travel with you through different places without having to drive👍.
Its gonna be great walking and talking with you.