Wrapped up in a pretty bow
it sits beneath my heart…
…until
unwrapped by hurt
or disappointment
or fear,
it rests on my shoulders
listening all the time
to what you say,
watching all the time
for what you do,
filing it all away
to turn around
and upside down
and topsy-turvy it
into a lie
that whispers like a twilight breeze
within my ears –
“See that, you’re not good enough”
or
“See that, you’re so much better” –
either serves its cause
distracting me from
Truth,
trapping me in
deception,
instigating a ploy
of separation –
you
from
me.

Gratefully,
pride
is ignorantly unaware
of
Humility.