I think sometimes,
Too much sometimes,
That you will not love me
For being where I am.

And then I find,
too little sometimes,
That I am the one
who must love me now.

But she does this really well,
And that one already has the energy.
My comparison becomes your comparison,
In my mind.
Too often.

Where is this place,
Where I cannot see my own beauty?
My own gifts?
I question what I offer,
And then wonder.

He probably thinks I don't offer anything.
I need words, reassurance, validation.
Where is this place? When was this born?

Spirit, see me and hear me.
Meredith, see you and hear you.

Be Peace. Be Love. Be beauty.
Accept where you are,
And no one can compare you.
This representation is one with all,
Yet unique. Be your gifts and your heart.