In the mirror's gaze, a soul stares back,
Caught in a web of doubts, off track.
A heart that yearns for its own embrace,
Yet tangled in self-doubt's endless chase.
In whispers of the night's silent plea,
Echoes of flaws reverberate in me.
A canvas painted with flaws and fears,
A struggle endured for countless years.
The mirror reflects a fractured whole,
A soul divided, a searching soul.
Unraveling thoughts in a tangled mess,
Seeking worth in a world's harshness.
How to love the pieces that break within?
When self-critique feels like a sin.
The flaws, the scars, they weave their tale,
A narrative hard to unthread and unveil.
But in this maze where self-love hides,
There's strength in the tears that a heart confides.
For beneath the layers of doubt's disguise,
Resides the courage to realize.
To love oneself is a daunting quest,
A journey fraught with a tough behest.
But within the depths, a light does gleam,
A chance to awaken, to redeem.
For love blooms not just in others' gaze,
But within, in the self's own maze.
Embracing imperfections as they thrive,
Finding beauty in this human drive.
So, dear soul, in your struggle's art,
Remember, you're a work of heart.
Each flaw, each quirk, a brushstroke true,
A masterpiece in the making, through and through.
Though hard it seems, this self-love quest,
In your reflection, find your best.
For in the mirror, you'll someday see,
The beauty of you, the love, set free
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Comments (4)
Thank you everyone ❤️
This was so positive, profound and powerful! Loved your poem!
"For in the mirror, you'll someday see,The beauty of you, the love, set free." This says everything! So very well done. I love the flow of this and how it brings the reader to an awakening. Great job!
This gives so much for us all to think about , excellent poetry Kel