"Who You Are"

You speak in songs and quotes,
and in complex, simple phrases.
You entice souls to smile 'n sway.
You ponder life's hard questions,
yet you struggle day-to-day.

You say you suck at living life,
but you've made your battle cries,
you've gone off to fight the war,
tired of living with the lies.

You think too much of others,
but you dare not think of self.
Others, you dare not to judge,
then so harshly,
you judge yourself.

Forgiveness, freely given,
to all who've caused you harm,
then you, the self-executioner,
lets his own blood run warm.
Oh, perfection's tragedy,
it's one and only flaw,
is the beauty within you,
that you never even saw.

But you have now in your possession,
sewing needle and sturdy thread,
to stitch this tragic wound,
and the pain to which it led.

So fight on now,
with sword in hand,
and end your battles well,
for the war will soon be at an end,
and you'll have stories to tell.

For this is simply who you are,
you are such tender words.
Words perceived,
written in ink,
but seldom ever spoken,
and just as mirrors are reflection's gift,
you are their greatest token.