Self Portrait FINAL DRAFT

Cast eyes closely.
Acknowledge this portrait as the truest.
Consider the rest, a shedding of skin,
For such language is acquired through God,
And so he has acclaimed it,
So it is true. . .

In this place, this Garden, his land.
I do not have my mothers hand.
Nor eyes of the man I call father.
Not the one who calls me daughter.
No, in this place my bones are fragile,
in honor of he who calls me child.

So the Garden was made, for solitary.
That I might compose confidentially.
Yea, entrancement does replace sanity
yet comfort consistently reassures me.
See the words are not written easily.
Still, I write aimlessly to his symphony.

Beautiful, thank you for sharing.

I can see myself in this, struggling at writing
This is a beautifull line

For such language is acquired through God,

Thanks for putting it so poetically

That was so peaceful, yet a little sad. Very, very nice work!

Absolutely beautiful. No doubt.

Thanks everyone. :)