
To Let Myself Bloom
I always tell the moon
she's beautiful every chance
I get,
wish I could be that kind
to myself but it's a work in progress;
some days I look in the mirror
and I see a beautiful goddess
other days I look in the mirror and
see nothing but my flaws—
but I remind myself I have never
seen myself through the eyes
of those who love me,
I only know my face by
mirrors and photographs and
perhaps sometimes neither
are honest to my overly critical mind;
I am one of a kind
the only me
sometimes I think I just need
to let myself bloom
and not worry so much about
the rest.
Author: Linda M Crate
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