Today I knew myself again
as me.
And not as voices, rules and roles
of yore.
A veil it fell and gone
was aching pain, of grief
and having to be all that I
was meant to be, by
old voices now stilled.
To let me see now
Who I am and all that
I can be.
There's stillness now
And time to look around
To breath and hear the
Sound of Piet me Vrou.
To take a shower and
feel the water fresh,
To say good night
And rest at last in
Bed.
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