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TRUE TO MYSELF by Gwen Potts

A simple poem…

 It was written whilst contemplating childhood experiences and the things we come to learn from them as we grow. To realize there really is a gift within everything.

True To Myself

There is a lonely child inside of me
Never feeling complete
She tiptoes around
Afraid to been seen
So shy and so meek

Heart hurting with sadness
With every heart beat
But my heart still beats strongly
Waiting for sadness to be released

Rhythmically reminding me
Of a childhood spent alone
Quiet, grey days
Waiting for love to be shown

A child knows of passion
Enthusiasm and joy
Playfully exuberant
In a world full of magic
Just wanting to rejoice

When children go unnoticed
Petals afraid to unfurl
Their hearts cry for mercy
Waiting to be reborn

When loneliness takes over
Creating their own inner world
They learn to go unnoticed
Stepping quietly through the shadows
To avoid all the storms

Innately, knowing I'm free
Full of wonder and joy
I can still marvel alone
At nature’s splendor through it all

Creating games with my mind
Racing caterpillars along spade handles
Watching the pond life emerge
Stroking cats 
And kicking feet through autumn leaves
Forever climbing trees

When a child goes unnoticed
Sadness with every heartbeat
There's a gift within the madness
Within loneliness retreat

I learnt to be independent
To think for myself
To respect others feelings
When they felt left on the shelf

I learnt real empathy
For all those who are afraid
Lonely and just plain sad
Among life's parade 

Even though I believed I was worthless
I saw that others feel this way too
Even though it's often covered up
With so much bravado

When a child goes unnoticed
Feels worthless inside
It may take years to discover
Something stronger inside

But yet the candle burns brighter
Lighting everywhere around
To find you’re naturally supportive
Of others - Abound

Then your heart just may burst open
With passion and pride
To know you were taught something very special
During those loneliest of nights

I may never be perfect
Still broken sometimes
But that look in my eyes
Comes from an experiencing of life

Naturally I may help others
Just by being my gentle self
No need to be anything other
Than true to myself.

Gwen Potts: I live in the UK. I love to read all sort of spiritual articles, poetry and especially anything written from the heart. Poetry has always been a vehicle of expression for me, so they are always written about things I am currently working through.  If you resonate and would like to follow my Facebook page and my Soul Harmonic blog here, please do! It's most encouraging when people read and comment on the poems! I hope they will touch many people and let them know they are not alone in the depth of their feelings, as others are experiencing the same, somewhere out there. You may contact me through my Facebook page here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. So beautiful and the perfect message for my soul this day!!! keep writing love!!


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