Lately, I am seeing a new version of ‘me’,
the version that others could always see.
The stature and confidence that escaped my sight,
while blinding others with a presence bright.
How could I not see ‘me’ all along?
My self-assessment so terribly wrong.
The many layers that took years too build,
kept me securely sheltered and unfulfilled.
But as each layer falls away,
with new awareness, I can honestly say,
I like this ‘me’, no arrogance or deceit,
a once broken woman, now beautifully complete.
The ‘me’ I’d always failed to see,
is now someone I am proud to be.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall