poetry – no one
No one knows.
No one sees.
No one wants to know.
No one wants to see.
So –
No one knows.
No one sees.
And –
It’s ok.
I’m ok.
That is what matters.
To me.
and –
no one else.
No one knows.
No one sees.
No one wants to know.
No one wants to see.
So –
No one knows.
No one sees.
And –
It’s ok.
I’m ok.
That is what matters.
To me.
and –
no one else.
I feel this way at times too Carrie, but in the end, all that matters is that I see and I live authentically. 💕💚
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Yes. I️ agree. The process of becoming is one in which we see that it’s ok if no one sees or knows. The most important part is that WE see and know ourselves. 💕
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And so it be. Each of us will need to travel our path…and yet we are one.
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Indeed, dear Helen. 🙏🏻
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