When you look at me
Tell me what do you see when you look at me?
Do you see my skin, my scars, my beauty
Or do you see
A woman who has loved,
who has hurt, who has lived?
Without regrets, without resentment
Or do you see
The shape of my legs,
the width of my hips?
Tell me what do you see?
When you look at me
Do you see my hands
that have toiled, created, caressed?
Or do you see my mind
Troubled, agile, bereft
Tell me what do you see?
When you look at me
Do you see the child bearing body
Or do you see my heart
Expanding, accommodating, loving
Tell me who do you see?
When you look at me
Living with cancer; because I refuse to get mad at it! 
This is beautiful Marbellys. I see a person who has been thru so much crap but is still able to be strong and driven who is an inspiration to me. Yes you are physically beautiful inside and out and I marvel at your ability to cope with it all. I wonder if I would be as strong as you if it were me? I’m not so sure. I’m very proud if this is the right work as I’m not as articulate as you, but happy you came into my life and to call you a friend xxx
LikeLike
Oh Jayne! What beautiful words…I’m blushing 😊 I’m also proud to call you my friend and I hope it’s not too long before we can see each other and catch up with all our news…take care, sending you a big hug xxx
LikeLike