By Beth Donovan
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.
When she speaks to give out 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!
