Sometimes you have to lose it
To know what it really is.
Integrity;
Being one, whole person
A single face for all the faces
That you meet.
The danger is
You change your story
Tell it differently
Dishonestly
Each new ear you greet.
Things fall apart
A different you
In each new place;
A tangled life
Of straying feet.
Stumbling, falling
Coming apart.
beautifully described, thanks for participating Andrew!
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Pleasure- thank you
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you are most welcome
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