Authenticity
Unveiled and untethered , I stand tall ,
A reflection of truth , without disguise or fall.
No masks to hide , no scripts to recite ,
My soul's raw beauty , in pain sight.
The armor shed , the walls laid low ,
Vulnerability's gentle glow.
Embracing flaws , and imperfections too ,
A masterpiece , in progress anew.
In authenticity's warm , golden light ,
I find my voice , my heart's delight.
No pretenses , no apologies made ,
Unbridled truth , in every shade.
With every breath , i own my story ,
Embracing the beauty , in its glory.
Authenticity's liberating call ,
Sets my soul free , standing tall.
Copyright © Sphumelele Miya | Year Posted 2024
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