his image.

so yesterday i cried. HARD. like really hard. idk. i just like...have insecure moments sometimes. i saw that my old love had found a new love, and i called and asked my mom if she thought i was ugly.

of course she said no. but still, i went to bed puffy eyed. i didnt really know why i was sad tho. i dont love him, want him, need him, but i guess...i just dont want him to be happy because i feel like he doesnt deserve it.

ah well. i should pray on that.

anyway, i woke up feeling renewed, and here is a poem to describe the experience:

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this morning
GOD told me i was beautiful
whispered in my ear
to look in the mirror
tapped on my heart
to feel my soul
gazed into my eyes
so that i could see my reflection

his image.

imperfectly perfect.

he kissed me with the sun.
cooled me with wind
and reminded me that he
was my Creator.

the one who held the brush
against the canvas of my body
the pencil that carved
the etchings into my inner beauty.

no.
no pencil.
because pencils have erasers
to make room for error
and HE
...

HE makes no mistakes.

so yes.
he painted me.
inside and out.

in his image.

perfect.