and all your good features shine
All the darkness is out of sight
Because that light is so divine
The real is hidden in the shadows
That people don't look close enough to see
The real you that no one but you knows
The real you, who you feel you can't just be
Then someone comes along
and looks at you just right
Seeing all the weak and strong
and all the dark and bright
They tell you they love you, enough that it shows
They open your heart to the way they see
that even in the shadows
Lies a beautiful me.
Today I wanted to share a poem I wrote about Steve finding beauty in my shadows. It's a new thing for me to share poems, even though I write a few a week. As a kid I wrote them all the time, and would beam with joy when my mom would get them published. Somewhere along the way I allowed people to convince me that I wasn't good enough to write poems.
I'm sharing this because it makes me vulnerable, and in order to keep growing and expanding, I need to keep sharing. Stay open, stay raw, stay me.
Also, sharing this because I took a photo in my garden that immediately reminded me of this poem, so i'll leave you with this, and the photo.