The many faces of me

The woman they try to, but cannot see

Veils of doubt, fear, and uncertainty

No more pretending, I let my spirits free

They join me in my silence,

Join me in my pain

Celebrate my triumphs

I know them by many names:

Hope, Love, Life, Joy, Hurt, and Insane

Lastly, Grace, sits in quiet command

Her ability to forgive and let go

I do not understand

Lovingly, we surround her

Hoping that we catch a drop from her hand.