A Portrait of Me.

I’ve often wondered what a portrait of me would look like

Not in color or shape, but in meaning.

Would it hum softly with the laughter I’ve shared,

Or shimmer with the quiet strength I’ve grown into?

Would those who truly love me see themselves reflected in its strokes,

The ones who’ve held space for me, believed in me,

Seen me when I forgot to see myself?

I imagine it would be less of an image and more of a feeling

A living poem.

Written in the hearts of those who’ve known me deeply✨