Humility and Humiliation
Are first cousins of a sort.
When they roll off my tongue,
They seem identical twins, or
If not siblings
At least sharing some common ancestry.
But after they flee my mouth,
The resemblance ends.

Humiliation is designed by others
Their words twist, morph, bend, break.
Until the face I see,
When I look in the mirror,
No longer belongs to me.

Humility, however,
Comes from within.
No tongue can give it life,
Not even my own.

Humility is an acceptance,
Not a rejection,
Of who I am,
Who I am not.

To be
Humble,
Is to simply
Be.