meteorites of truth

Her tears crystallized

in the muscles of her soul.

As the muscles spasmed

the crystals fell upon the earth.

Humans decried from fear

we are doomed.  

Heal Thy Heart.

self doubt

~ on the outside she was ordinary, in fact so common most everyone discounted her existence or at least figured they already knew her better than she could ever know herself ~

Some called out that she was being what she was being to get attention which then left her in further self doubt. What if just being herself was not who she was at all? What if she was nothing more than everyone else's sins taken in so they could move on? What if she was supposed to be one horrible miserable human being?

Yes there are battles being fought but the victory is elusive and the battle is wearing on too long.

They tell her she sucks.

She thinks,

"Yes I probably do."

(unfinished)

my eyes only

tis truth to admit

that everything

yes everything

is filtered through

'my eyes only'

thus any truth

is tainted by

 the teller's perception

which there is no escaping

the singular of the view

it is part and parcel 

of what makes you you

what makes me me

with this epiphany

fully taken in deep

it behooves me 

to try harder 

to understand others

as I hope you might do 

with me too.