A riddle written in a necklace
I vowed it to myself one day.
You may get to the actual war
But you’ll never know your way.
Out of the mouth of babes
It was an honor to bestow.
What began with a writing of a woman
Ended with something of a crow.
He says something to me
To attempt to get me to respond.
I hid the truth in my poems
Oh look at what we’ve spawned.
I have forbidden myself to love again
It’s the truth, I’ve set it free.
Someone may get a little part
But they’ll never have all of me.
One sentence I keep repeating
One you thought you knew.
It’s the one about loving yourself,
“To thine own self be true.”