Honesty
Somehow, I forgive the seemingly unforgivable
Walk with non-judging eyes
And, an open heart
Am strong beyond measure
And by far, more than I give myself credit
With scars hidden deep
And wounds, still healing
I am beginning to realize,
I am perfect, maybe not even the best,
But damn good
And instead of remembering ‘just’ the things that aren’t,
I’ve begun to see endless amounts of things that are –
Some things come with age,
Others, in my opinion, do so with time,
And wisdom, in the experience.....
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