Poem: Self-awareness

In the mirror of the mind,
Where shadows twist and light unwinds,
I see the shapes of who I am,
Not just the face, but where I stand.

A knowing pause, a deeper glance,
I hear my thoughts, I feel the dance
Of doubts that swirl and truths that sing—
Awake to what my heart can bring.

I am the stillness, I am the storm,
The warmth of light, the cold of form,
In every breath, in every sigh,
I watch myself, I question why.

What does it mean to truly know?
To watch the seeds of thought you sow?
To see the fears you’ve kept inside
And still walk forward, arms open wide.

I am the puzzle, incomplete,
But in the pieces, I find peace.
For knowing me is not a quest
But living fully, at my best.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty