Facing My Face
I’ve been afraid to show myself, living in the world has been scary.
When people came near me, I didn’t know their intentions so instead I paid them no attention.
Hiding behind my personal wall, a dark place was my only space.
Knocked down, tossed around searching to be found.
No one found me, lost standing around I picked my head up and found me. I started to see the world, breathing easily I accepted my life.
Standing tall, feeling free my heart was finally at ease.
I was afraid to show myself, but in the light I saw my own face and thus far it’s been my best embrace.
I accept my journey, I love myself and with that I have no doubts.
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