a look inside.


Inside she was an old soul
who liked low lighting,
lace and poetry,
soft and sweet words
to be said for no reason at all.

She clenched
romance and resentment,
all swirled into one
creating a milkiness
in what once was
a very clear heart.

She felt strong,
for herself and no one else.
She felt tired and weary too.

She remembered often
that she was worth
whatever she wanted to be,
with the abundance of good
she could give.

She admired imperfection
and, sometimes, imbalance,
tiny things that make life
interesting.

She loved herself
even when she hated
the curly hair and big nose
imperfect skin and
everything else.

Somewhere there in the milky,
she always found love
among a mess of other things
for herself.

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5 Comments to “a look inside.”

  1. Great post. I kept scrolling back up to look at the photo as I read the poem…you should go easy on yourself! Great poem/pic :)

  2. beautiful poem! you have such a big talent to write. i love this poem.
    dorothy

  3. “she always found love
    among a mess of other things
    for herself.”

    i hope you always do. you’re lovely :) xx

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