Man in the mirror
Dear reader, Is any person awake past midnight truly sober? Aren’t we all just intoxicated – drunk,stoned out creatures from our beautiful God, We are victims of the dark, We’ve been robbed of our sleep, The night stole us, The night stole parts of us… I wasn’t like that before – I’m not the same person I was before last night, I put up a little resistance and dared myself to live, I dared myself to breathe, To exist as me, Before I thought of every other person I “owe” an identity to, I dared me to look at myself! Stare, gaze, study – my very own features and call each and every one of them Beautiful I looked at my face and saw beauty, I saw grace, (Guess what people?…) (Guess what happened?…) I saw myself… I saw myself! I saw myself and I was beautiful… I am beautiful I see Divine in every feature that is mine, I take my time in the mirror, I take my time with myself, I respect myself… Dear reader, This random stranger on the internet loves themselves, I am called to take care of mys...
