Brake Through Glass
God says do not covet,
but how?
How do I tame my jealous eyes
from wanting what I don't have?
Contentment is never within my grasp.
Some days I see it
the beauty others claim is there
but it's just a fleeting image
leaving me questioning reality.
I look for it in a deeper place
where it matter most,
but my eyes
search with a mirror.
The mirror is decietful and harsh
it does not show the true me.
I'm not superficial
or a supermodel.
I'm a light that loves others,
but I must learn to love myself.
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