The Art of Remaining Me

You are the signature of your own existence,
A little imperfect, yet beautifully yours.
Let no one measure the worth of your presence,
Or make you feel smaller than you were before.

Guard your energy, but never your kindness.
Grow through the seasons, wherever you stand.
Let hatred fall quietly out of your garden,
And leave room for wonders you cannot yet understand.

You may feel the pain, you may carry the sorrow,
You may lose your courage for a moment or two.
You are human today, and human tomorrow,
And being imperfect is part of being you.

Forgive for yourself, not to erase the story.
Forgive without forcing your heart to forget.
Take the lesson, accept your responsibility,
But don’t let your past decide who you become next.

Pray a little harder for your own healing,
Pray for the people who bring you delight.
And pray for the ones who have left you hurting,
Not to bring them back, but to wish them light.

Then grow a little wiser,
And wander a little further.
There is still a world you have yet to know,
Still a thousand little reasons to wonder.

For you are not here to become somebody else,
Nor to prove your worth to every passing eye.
You are the signature of yourself,
A little work of art beneath an endless sky.

And that is enough to begin again.

Geilstonia | October 2026