The mirror sees…
A mass of writhing Medusa curls
A spotted face
Brown hair, brown eyes, dull
Boring shirt, unfitted, with a slogan
A tiny cross necklace
… Not much to look at
My soul sees and grins
At hair as crazy as I am
Skin that reflects how much I don’t care what you think
A tiny sunflower around the pupil, Mom’s hair color
Comfy pants that fit
A modest shirt with a hint of my sarcasm
A bold symbol of my undying allegiance
Clues to the mystery of me
Others watch and think…
Shut up! Do you ever stop singing?
Who skips at our age?
Teacher’s pet or worst nightmare?
Um, was that chick wearing a skirt suit and a viking hat?
Thanks for the chocolate. I needed that.
… Weird, but nice
My soul watches me, too, reminds me:
There’s always reason to sing
Joy can be found in the simplest things
High standards are a good thing
Never take yourself seriously
Old-fashioned and simple are fine
Anytime. Whatever I can do to help.
Weird is good
The world glances at me
And turns away to “more important” people and tasks
I grin and ask where I’m needed
I don’t need their validation
I’m a work in progress
I’ve got a good starting point
That’s good enough for me
I am content. Alleluia.