'every Fiber'
The rest of the world look at you
They see your face
They look at what you have
They assume you have it all
While in the quiet spaces
Amidst the hustle of life
Your soul silently cries out
To be understood
Silently long for that assurance
That they won’t judge you
For the tumult you sometimes feel
Whilst displaying calm
When your mind is in a hundred places at once
Stop trying to ascertain how people feel about you
Just make sure you acknowledge every fiber of your being for what it is
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2017
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