TruthDec 1, 2015
my eyes well with tears for my truth looks like no one else's.
Validation, respect, purpose can be looked for and never found until within I find it and match it to that.
Unique does not come in degrees. no matter how hard I fix my gaze I can never see myself, I must know myself unseen.
Yet, we are taught to accept nothing we can not see.
Truth is a matter of perspective and no two of us has the same perspective.
My truth is also untrue... and my eyes well with tears... and my tears stain my face... and my soul shivers inside seeking comfort.