Those pictures of me
Are disingenuous images
Blurred from the start
The fuzziness has grown over time
I’m told to see myself
Where can I find a true mirror?
Others say the sounds of me
Are clear and eye-opening
I listen for the sounds inside me
Can sounds ring distinct and genuine
Still much static blurs
The best parts of me
I seek to find silence
To settle into solitude
I engage in deeply
Listening to the uttering of my heart
My heart emits a song
Of the genuine me
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
Those pictures of me
Are disingenuous images
Blurred from the start
The fuzziness has grown over time
I’m told to see myself
Where can I find a true mirror?
Others say the sounds of me
Are clear and eye-opening
I listen for the sounds inside me
Can sounds ring distinct and genuine
Still much static blurs
The best parts of me
I seek to find silence
To settle into solitude
I engage in deeply
Listening to the uttering of my heart
My heart emits a song
Of the genuine me
Self-esteem, self concept, insight, compassion
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