This poem has touched me so much over the last few days- especially this last part,
Oddly enough, I wasn't sure who I was thinking of sharing it with when I first read it.
Now, I am beginning to believe, I to say it to my self.
To be able to say this ABOUT myself.
To embark on a journey where I am, and must be, TRUE to me.
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. I want to unfold. Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue. I want my conscience to be true before you; want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like a new word I learned and embraced, like the everday jug, like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.