I awake again,
I cannot sleep,
My thoughts go in circles,
My dreams on rewind.
I find myself wondering if,
Wondering why,
Wondering when
And what I did for you to love me.
I think it over,
I ponder every minute,
But it seems I do not know.
I look in the mirror,
I glare at her face,
There is something about her,
Of which I cannot place.
She stares at me,
A burning from her eyes,
Adversity from her lips.
She tells me I am stupid,
She tells me I am fat,
That I am ugly,
That I am useless.
Her words ring in my head,
Her voice I hear day long,
But I turn to Him who makes me strong.
I love you my child, I love you my dear,
Come to me and let me wipe your tears.
He gave me a mirror,
I saw that same face,
This time was not the same,
From her eyes was mercy and grace.
You are beautiful,
You are smart,
You I have created,
You I have fashioned,
I made you perfect.
I do not love you for your looks,
I do not love you for what you do,
I do not love you for your talent,
Nor for the wonders that are in store.
I love you because you are mine,
I love you because you are my child,
I love you, my child, You are perfect.
Natasha Marie Brankley Feb 18th 2007
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I totally understand wht you're feeling. I look in the mirror and sometimes I hate myself. I totally get it! It's good to know that I'm not alone. LOL