Glasses, dimples, long hair.
High cheekbones, long lashes.
Intelligence, eloquence.
Confidence, wonder.
These were the things I'd admired.
The things I'd loved in others.
Then once, I caught my reflection and saw it all there in front of me.
If the things you love are a reflection of you,
Then maybe this is the universe gently reminding you
To love yourself.
You're beautiful too.
~October
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
