To Let Myself Bloom



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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