Self Image
Let there be desires and fears,
Pride that rises, shame that sears.
Image holds its weight and name,
Only in that flickering flame.
The day we feel safe enough
To reflect our souls through and through-
That day you win, and so do I,
With nothing to hide, nothing to prove.
How you see me, how I see you
Matters only when something’s due.
Where love is trade, masks remain-
But in just being, it fades away.
What is the need to even know,
When hearts are still and spirits grow?
In shedding self, we come alive-
And love is where we truly arrive.
The journey is not to fix or frame,
But to meet ourselves- without a name.
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