We love the idea of being


a self-made woman (or man),

the lone wolf howling over our success.


When we think we are singularly successful,

that we have done it on our own,

others will compliment and fawn over us

while the myth grows.


And so we continue to go it alone,

to hoard the work and the praise.


If we continue to be successful,

we become enslaved to the myth.


If we ask for help now,

because we are

in water too deep,

we fear the myth

(and ourselves)

will come tumbling down.


Maybe going it alone isn’t

the way to go.