I look in the mirror.
The one looking back at me
Is not lied to easily;
She knows me too well.
I hear my own voice.
The one who is listening
Knows every whisper of truth
Even in secret.
Even when others
Say that I am someone else;
Think that I don’t understand,
My inward self knows.
My integrity
Is made from strands of my soul,
Woven and sewn together
Until there is me.
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“She knows me too well.” – oh, she does.
Isn’t that the truth!
As long as you know yourself, that is most important. ❤