There was something familiar about the words that day
Like they'd come home after loosing their way
Now they resound, out-loud sometimes said
Upon my mirror they live and dwell in my head
I think I unlearnt them or was taught they were wrong
Like the words going backwards at the start of a song
Without them I've lived only a part of me present
Happily not noticing the missing percent
Now they come back when I remember to breath
Terrifying and thrilling that sight underneath
I say them in joy and humility submersed
With heart open wide and in love ME FIRST