My Confession 

T’was not work
Creating you,
Inside my mind.
I felt you arrive,
Every. Single. Time.
Me, creative soul
Turned prima dona, maybe.
Mostly, a simple woman.
You laid upon my heart
With your words.
Not for me, you insisted,
But I took them as my own
Because without them
I was still ordinarily alone.
More than anything,
I didn’t want to be.
A shame,
For I am audacious,
Clearly seeing
Myself now
And I love me.

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22 thoughts on “My Confession 

  1. I don’t know why loving oneself has such a negative connotation. Seems to me, you can’t love others until you love yourself. Beautiful photo … and beautiful, wise words to accompany it!

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