"You're really quite beautiful,"
Someone once told me,
But I could not believe
Those words easily.
Distorted reflections,
"Is that really me?"
An image quite different,
From what I'd once see.
Forgotten pathways,
Once blazing afire,
Now long reminisce'
Of old dreams tossed much higher.
From these many long nights
In my mind I'll reture,
Until I recover
My innermost fire.
My faith and my hope
In the circle of trust,
That once failed my wings,
Left me flightless in dust.
Cannot hold any more,
To these thoughts, but I must!
Till I may grow stronger
With those that I trust.
It was once hard to come by,
With my spirit unwell.
They promised to hold me,
But I nearly fell.
The angels were whispering,
Though I'd never tell...
If someone thinks you're beautiful,
You're doing quite well.
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Started with the last line and worked backwards
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I liked this. I've been called beautiful before, and I had a similar reaction. It wasn't a comment on my physical appearance, just on who I am. But, like you, I sometimes see myself as far from beautiful. If someone's seeing it, though, you're doing alright.
I dug this - the last stanza, in particular, read wonderfully.
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