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seashell66 on Jan 31, 2009

Tags: icon, image, self

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About learning to accept yourself, even the unpleasant side.

Don’t smooth down my edges, my sharpness, my inabilities
Don’t gloss them over
Or scoot them aside.
To some remote corner
Where darkness hides them.

Then I’ll only be
Some image of who you really want
Some icon on a wall
Not magic only
Imaginary.

Forgetting
How to be
Exquisitely, entirely
Me

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Comments (7)

Christine Ramsay on Jan 31, 2009
A beautiful poem. I know this feeling so well.

Christine
cardy on Jan 31, 2009
Loved this poem nice work from you.
QuinMonty86 on Jan 31, 2009
I just love this. And I’m with Christine. I, too, know the feeling. I think it’s one we all share at some point in our lives. You put it just beautifully, though.
Jane Holliday on Jan 31, 2009
Another great one seashell well done
Wendy Sears on Feb 4, 2009
That was beautiful!
Kate Smedley on Feb 23, 2009
I love your style here, simply and eloquently put.
ladybaby on Apr 30, 2009
To the point poem. Very nicely written.

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