You have a quiet knowing deep within that has always been present.
It has always been there.
It will always be there.
It winds through the dusky-dawn junctions of knowing and not knowing.
It’s of you. And in you.
And circling through you.
Your quiet knowing that has always been present.
With harsh words.
With hollow advice.
With nagging criticism.
And yet, it prevails.
This quiet knowing that has always been present.
As dependable as the sun rising and setting.
For the day when you put aside the comparisons and harsh words and advice.
The day when you come home to yourself, and your quiet knowing.
The quiet knowing that has always been present.