All my weaknesses and mistakes wave as a flag
One voice whispers I'm worthless
The other nudges me and says it's a lie
Inward battles rage amid the conflict
Which one should I believe?
I sit back in my chair and ponder
And I look at my reflection in the mirror
So many visible foibles and flaws are present
In my close examination, my eyes bring revelation
Something more mysterious and great in depth
What is reflecting back at me behind those hues?
Is it a worthless soul depressed and hopeless?
Or a secret passageway to a hidden treasure?
How valuable is my soul in my frail imperfection?
A light radiates from those depths
Reflecting back to me its clear answer:
Worth enough to keep trying
Strong enough to brave the trials
Pure enough to see it in others
Valuable enough to help them see it, too.
Commentary:
When I was younger I really struggled with my self image. At best, I thought I was only average. There were times when I actually stuck my tongue out at myself when I was in one of my self abusive moods. Not a pretty sight. This poem is based off of a memory when
I was (again) looking in the mirror, but something changed. I was looking into my own eyes while putting on some mascara, and it suddenly dawned on me that I'd been lying to myself the whole time. Of course I had imperfections, being human, but there was something in that face looking back at me that wasn't so ugly. I don't know exactly how to explain the moment, but at that moment, I started to see something rather beautiful about myself. It was an awesome experience. I really hope people take time to take a good look at themselves and find out what beautiful things they posses.
