The Beauty Of Myself

The Beauty Of Myself

A Poem by Lover Of Words

The Beauty Within Myself 
I lead with my heart
Willing to give it all i have 
When you may look into my eyes 
What will you find? 
You will find my key 
Turn it and you will see 
My life's burdens 
My lies joys 
My burdens make my life 
Who it is who i am 
Giving everything given to me a meaning 
Showing that life has meaning for everyone 
Will you see my own beauty within my soul 
Giving it all the power 
Sharing my ups 
My downs 
Is something I never did fear 
But does it fear you? 
Judge me if you wish 
I see my own beauty in myself 
Can you see it in yourself 
Or even me?
Through my words 
What is it that you see?

© 2013 Lover Of Words


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Few people will attempt to see us for who we are. Most of us have little concern for the people around them. I like the thoughts and questions in the poem. We open ourselves up for very few people in our life. It is sort of sad. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


You just keep getting better lol great job kido

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Thank you Ryan
The beauty we see in ourselves is something we should all see in ourselves ... nicely penned ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much
I see the Beauty of a Strong Courageous Woman.
One who knows suffering, disappointment and sorrow.
I see the Spirit of a Pioneer woman
who must without choice face harsh,sometimes hostile conditions
I see a woman sitting by a river of dreams
and is restrained without a vessel to travel
Shipwrecked and left in the sand
beached, alone, afraid.
Yet, I see something inside her a power and conviction
that will not take NO for an answer,
I see a Spirit that guides her and leads her along.
I see an envious scared crowd of people
That come here and fro.
They cannot match her glory that she is and so,
they run away less confident of themselves.
This woman knows that the darkness of surrendering
would only bring more sorrow and no chance for escape and be without dignity.
She knows the only way is to take that river is by sheer force.
This woman reminds me of something I saw when I was young.
I remember the lesson to a story I will someday tell,
but for now the moral of the story is when I saw the graves of whole family's that died within a week of older diseases, Plaques.
I saw small markers many many of little babies, and I knew the real life and hardships these people lived. This is our first settlers who came from Ireland to escape the famine for this promised land and they had tiny tiny little stone houses without any morter or cement. They were so small I can't fathom a kitchen table could fit. Yet, Somehow how large families of 12 or more lived in them. I imagined how these woman would have to bury their dead and then get right back to work plowing fields and moving rock, making butter, clothes soap, laundry by hand. Everything was handmade and meant work from before daylight till past the night.
I think you can use your imagination and see the hardship and couldn't even grieve,
I gotta thinking how maybe sometimes they might be glad they lost their babies,cause life was too hard already.
So thru my life when things were real hard and I wanted to lay down and cry. I thought what right have I?
And that always gave me the strength to pick up my britches and get back to work living.

I see this young woman doing the same thing. I see her take her hardships and trials and turn them into food on the table,and a roof over her head and I see her carve her way thru this wilderness of life and follow her river of dreams.

What do you see?

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

LOL but i asked first :=) beat ya too it
Cryingkate

10 Years Ago

I guess that proves we have not cause we don't ask......LOL
Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

LOL your right
A move "step by step" approach in write. refreshing. very good work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I judge you not but I judge that this poem is wonderful...:).......................

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Thank you Sami
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:).....................
I like it, a perfect piece!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading
BubblingMe

10 Years Ago

your welcome!

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Hi My name is Kelsey, I have a mild form of Cerbral Palsey and i did not choose to be given this but i live with it proudly I love sports sense i cant play them i like to watch them.. I do not judge .. more..

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