I threw it all up in the air
each judgement people thought they'd share.
Up and up,
so high they went,
and the heaviest came down on the first descent.
Smack!
They fell onto the floor
each one a key to open a door;
somewhere I could look inside
and see for sure if they applied.
How did they reach this notion of me?
Why did so many seem to agree?
Did the first judgement leave a mark,
or was it something I kept in the dark?
Did I become?
Did I comply?
Without a thought did it just apply?
Others must know who it is I be,
after all it's me they see.
Their perceptions must be oh so true.
It's others' knack to see right through.
An ounce of doubt,
then thoughts provoke.
Is it true?
The spell I broke!
This made way for discovery
to find out who is really me.
With each new find,
some light,
some dark.
I went through with a question mark.
Not this time
on what others say,
the time had come to repair the fray.
What circumstance made this one true?
I examined it in every hue.
To see if then
it's mine to own
and if it is
be better known.
Realise each facet, then
get to know myself again
The knowledge I gained
has set me free
to stand so tall
in all of me,
with a trueness
from the heart,
loving
each and every part.
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