Sometimes When I Look at Myself...
By: Beth Donovan,
SparkPeople Blogger
1/23/2012 10:00 AM
: 119 comments
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Sometimes When I Look at Myself
Sometimes when I look at me,
I see this person looking back,
And all that I can think of,
Is everything she lacks.
Her hair is brown and common,
Her eyes a bluish green,
She keeps her smile to herself,
As she doesn’t want it seen.
She’s heavyset and not athletic,
Her body not to her liking,
But actually she’s a butterfly,
Quite beautiful and striking.
Breaking through cocoon walls,
Made her very strong,
She never knew she had it in her,
But she had it all along.
Maybe she doesn’t always see,
The beauty from the mirror,
But she sees it in the faces,
Of those who really hear her.
She calls out to give strength,
To anyone who will listen,
“Love yourself and choice by choice,”
You too will come to glisten.
It’s never all or nothing,
It’s never one last meal,
It’s all about your journey,
And how you choose to heal.
Learn to fly with stained glass wings,
That glisten in the sun,
The cocoon is hard to get through,
But flying is such fun.
What do YOU see when you look at yourself? What do you like most about yourself?
Sometimes when I look at me,
I see this person looking back,
And all that I can think of,
Is everything she lacks.
Her hair is brown and common,
Her eyes a bluish green,
She keeps her smile to herself,
As she doesn’t want it seen.
She’s heavyset and not athletic,
Her body not to her liking,
But actually she’s a butterfly,
Quite beautiful and striking.
Breaking through cocoon walls,
Made her very strong,
She never knew she had it in her,
But she had it all along.
Maybe she doesn’t always see,
The beauty from the mirror,
But she sees it in the faces,
Of those who really hear her.
She calls out to give strength,
To anyone who will listen,
“Love yourself and choice by choice,”
You too will come to glisten.
It’s never all or nothing,
It’s never one last meal,
It’s all about your journey,
And how you choose to heal.
Learn to fly with stained glass wings,
That glisten in the sun,
The cocoon is hard to get through,
But flying is such fun.
What do YOU see when you look at yourself? What do you like most about yourself?
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Comments
Enjoyed your story and can very relate to your poem!!
May God Bless you as you continue your journey.
You are an inspiration!!
- 4/1/2012 7:27:21 AM
keep up the good job! - 3/3/2012 3:32:49 PM
- 1/27/2012 2:39:37 AM
I love that I found your poem and that it helped me see something like that in me because I needed that.
When all else fails, I love my shoulders, because they never seem to gain weight. - 1/25/2012 1:45:22 PM
The poem is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Sue - 1/24/2012 5:52:00 PM
thank you! - 1/24/2012 10:58:42 AM
- 1/24/2012 9:45:04 AM
Thank You for your Inspiration...AND, Yes, Flying is Such Fun!!!!!!!!!!! - 1/24/2012 8:22:10 AM
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