I have spent years
Looking into the mirror
And calling myself broken,
Damaged,
No good.
I have spent my life,
Looking into that damned mirror,
And fully comprehending
Why people give up on me,
Why people see me as broken
Damaged
No good.
I have spent the last
One hundred and two days,
Seeing myself as
Good,
Whole,
And somewhat decent.
I have spent
The last one hundred and two days
Defending and arguing and
Contesting
Those who dare say otherwise.
I am vividly aware of my flaws,
But I am slowly becoming
Somewhat vaguely aware
Of my virtues.
And finally,
I hope one day
I can see in me
Whatever type of light it is
That you see in me.
Allow me
To find my honest parts
And show you the cracked shards.
Allow me
To dig up my heart,
As shards of broken glass.
Be careful,
The edges are sharp.
Allow me
To show you
That I am whole,
Within my scars and missing parts.
And with all your light,
I hope one day you see
Why you give me so much hope.
I hope one day you can see
The good in you
As I strive
So hard
To show you.
And please,
Allow me to ask of you,
Do not go,
For I am whole
On my own,
But the best version of me
Is with you
At my side.