kairos

You say beautiful wordsto me--
but i don't believe them.
They can't be true.
Because they don't reflect me
As i see myself.

Once, I might have treasured them
as an affirmation of who I am.
But too much time has passed
Too many words have been spoken
Too much pain has been endured.

But
I look at your eyes as you speak--
I see nothing but love there.
There is no deceit,
No spark of contempt,
No sting of sarcasm.

Could your words,
perhaps
be true?

Can it be that I see myself
incorrectly?

Perhaps it's time to let go of the pain
the doubt
the anguish.

Perhaps it's time
at last
to embrace your words
and consider them

Truth.