We think we know ourselves
Maybe others know us better
or, maybe
They see a side we care to
Expose
And we do not recognize
Ourselves
Or maybe
We hide behind the cover of
What we want to be seen
It is all so confusing
Each of us is like a course
And it takes a life time to know
How can anyone really know us?
I imagine what secrets we all hold
It is magical
Can we ever know?
It is the discovery
What we write
What we are passionate for
Like a flower unfolding
We get a glimpse
A sighting
From interactions, we learn
Ourselves
The greatest mystery,
Ourselves
It is the greatest gift
To not know
And learn
That who we are is not who
We think we are
It is the gathering of love
Poured on us
We are all flowers
Our blooms made beautiful by
Those who pick us
Who adorn their world with us
It is not something learned
It is what is taken to heart
It is a sort of beauty
Found, discovered, by
Eyes that see
What we can't

Wow!!!

I honestly wish I could write like this. It's moving. I truly love this poem!!

Mig
good to see you <3

Uh huh...*nods appreciatively*...This is going to be very bad sentence structure, but I don't care ...Each line in this piece gets truer and truer and truer until the truth reaches out and gently embraces....Inspiring, comforting, real....

kiss

SUPER

Even thou user don't exist,
But Your words lightens my thoughts.

Nice poem .

you brot out a gem from 2014 bestie...what a very nice poem .