"Self Discovery"

 
Searching for meaning, searching for worth, I am directed inward.
I excavate through the layers of resentment,
 guilt, sadness and shame
 to find that my identity is none of these emotions
 but a beautiful spirit that waits just beneath.
Buried beneath the tiers of buried tears,
 I am discovering the unique facets of my spirit being.
Quietly she has waited for the rage of the ego to subside,
 for her voice is gentle
 and is not easily heard over the rant.

by Rita Loyd