He asked me to tell him “about myself”,
I barely had an answer.
See my mouth was dry and voice gone, completely silent,
Silent, not because I did not know myself,
Silent not because of rejection, lack of acceptance of my true self.
I was silent, for the words are to great to “describe” who I am.
Anxiety has been part of my daily bread,
Anxiety has become my pillar of strength,
Triggering the need to seek within my soul, embracing every weakness, every flaw I was told I have.
Flaw; a mark, a blemish, an imperfection which marks a substance or an object/ a fault, a weakness in one’s character
The very marks, weakness and faults that make us imperfectly perfect,
that makes the ordinary extra- ordinary.
So when he asks, “tell me about yourself”
These very words are released from my mouth, with a gleeful smile; “no words are enough to embody my reflection nor enough make you grasp every inch of my being. I am Me”
