I look in the mirror
Looking for...... me
I see a stranger mimicking my every move
“Where am I?” I ask
“Am I lost?”
I stop, close my eyes, take in 3 deep breaths, open my eyes and there I am looking back at myself.
Now I see the hurt, the scars and pain no one else sees, because I see through the mask, beyond the surface. I know my secrets, dreams and desires.
I know who I am while the world sees who they choose to see. But all the while... I see me!
On stage singing my heart out
Driving down the highway
Eating, reading, sleeping
Laughing, crying or in silence
You can’t but ..
I see me!
Hearing me speak
Comforting me when I cry
Making me laugh till I can’t breathe
You still can not but..
I see me.
In order to see me you must know me you must love me NOT your way but my way and completely. It’s impossible to love another that way so no one will ever in this lifetime BUT
I SEE ME!
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Amber Daniel
I’m a Cali girl making my mark in the world the best way I can. I crave knowledge and love to share what I’ve learned along with my gifts and talents.
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