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When you look at me
When you look at me
How do you see so much that I cannot?
You see a strong girl, a beautiful girl, a wonderful girl
But I am not
When I look at me all that I see, is someone who is lost
A little girl who is hiding, a little girl who is scared
A little girl who is finding, that no one's ever there
A battered soul, a bleeding heart, a woman 'distraught'
An empty vessel with a sign on her bow...
Cannot fix, should not be bought
I am expendable, I am replaceable
But when you look at me
Perhaps everything I had thought I am, I am not
I like this. Sometimes the
I like this. Sometimes the little girl in you must see the little boy in him. Also, is it not the "emptiness" of a vessel that is most useful? Our brokenness is that which often leads us to become. Thus in the shards of this poem I see opporunity for marvelous growth.