Photo credit: Joice Kelly
You look different, as you, stare at your brown eyes:
You were once slim, energetic, fill with hope,
Joy,— Alive; now cautious and think you are,
Not the right size:
Who are you?
As you stand alone, staring in the mirror,
Trying to remember if you ever loved you,
If you ever knew you, trying to please mankind;
Who once saw beauty, from the outside:
“Who are you?”
As you speak forgiveness, to the highest self;
“I Am great, loved, worthy, beautiful,”
“I Am my Mother’s child!”
Now gentle close your eyes, hug yourself and vision,
You having wings that can fly way beyond the sky.