Today I will write the most low esteem lines ever spoken. Write for example, ‘I am confident and not my fault you mistake my confidence for something else.’
The winds will blow and eventually a day will force me to rewrite the lines as this.
“No one who knows they are confident speaks loud. The world sees their peace and know.”
The verse will fall into souls like dew on flowers that bloom. They will go on to state how those who know they are confident are like flowers that bloom all on their know. They need not say anything. Not when you see their bloom. Not when you feel their peace too.
Either way, what does it matter. We remain and the endless sky greets this ease, welcomes this peace like a dew on flowers that bloom.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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