I always bite my tongue at the thought of standing up for what I thought was right.
I bit my tongue, thinking about confrontation.
The idea of yelling at someone I know or at a stranger, made my skin crawl.
I saw issues though.
I knew that if I couldn't stand up for myself or what I cared for, I couldn’t rely on others to.
Yells coming at me like arrows being flow from someone’s bow of anger, ignorance or insecurities.
I couldn’t let the arrows hit me or else I’d die instantly.
I brought out a shield, planted my feet and stood up tall.
I defended myself and thrived.