Looking into the mirror,
What do you see?
A weak, vulnerable person,
with skeletons to examine,
A failure,
A fat slob,
A nincompoop.
The very thing your Father told you,
that you would be.
That's not what I see.
I see that strong, willful,
Striving person,
Using every thought they can,
Struggling,
To adapt,
To the Situation that they're in.
I see Inside,
To that person you used to be.
So perhaps you should try,
When you look into the mirror,
To see me,
Looking back,
At Thee.
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4 comments:
Nicely done! I'm really beginning to love Tuesdays. Thanks!
Nice! You write some really good poems, and for me to say that, that's a big deal. I have written ONE poem (which I've already posted) because it's not a medium I'm entirely comfortable with. Song lyrics, sure, but not poetry. I'm just not big on poetry, except for that of Edgar Allen Poe. But some of the poetry I've seen on this blog, particularly yours, is very good. Kudos. :)
Wow! Thanks BR! Thanks Jill!
i really enjoyed this one! very positive and insightful!
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