For Ego, glitz and glamour made her walk with her head held high
These material things esteemed her
But Confident had to feel the weight come down on her shoulders yet
She kept her head up
The things that esteemed her couldn't be felt but remembered

"Marvelous are your works 
and that my soul knows very well"

I know.
These things don't make me who I am.
I am.
Period.
I was made.
I was created.
I was purposed.
I have meaning.
I have depth.
I have beauty.

No matter how many disagree
No matter how many odds that stand against me
My Confident had to be fought for
Nothing to prove,
Nothing to necessarily show,
Just to know.


...Who I am.



Dear God,
Thank you for esteeming me,
"Marvelous are Your works
and that my soul knows very well"
I know now.

Photo by: Allen Chery