I Ask

I ask myself, why am I always wrong. I have been told, this many many times. What makes their opinion right, what makes mine so wrong. I went out walking in the woods, this needed to be pondered. The path was narrow and long, beautiful flowers were everywhere. While picking a flower bouquet, I came upon an ivy wall. Is there writing here, what does it say. Be true to God, be true to yourself. Wiser words, I have never read. Date Written:10/8/2020