The Mirror Me.
Olaniyan imisioluwa@olaniyanimisioluwa529077
10 months ago
#poetry
Fingers point at me throughout the day,
"Skinny," they say, as if it's here to stay.
If only they glimpsed my hidden tears,
And the tiny hope, I've held for years.
I yearn for a new moon's gentle grace,
Or perhaps a sunrise, a brand-new embrace.
To shatter these walls of criticism's hold,
And reclaim the self-esteem, once bold.
Let's chase away the shadows within,
Banish the gloom, let new light begin.
The mirror whispers, "You're so much more,"
Planting hope and faith at its core.
But why does nothing seem to rearrange?
Is this hope an illusion, or something strange?
Am I blind to what the mirror displays?
Echoes of pain drown out brighter days.
In the blood of shame, my soul does weep,
Yet can I become the mirror's promise to keep?
With strength and courage, can I find my way,
To be the me, the mirror shows each day?
©️ OLANIYAN IMISIOLUWA,2023.
