A blank page is like a challenge,
it screams at me to speak,
And to look inside myself,
to find what makes me so unique.
I am a wonder and an enigma,
and not just muscle, tissue and bone.
There are depths that beg exploring,
to take a journey into the unknown.
The time for introspection,
is when I just can’t figure out,
what makes me who I am,
and what I think I know, I doubt.
Is there some fundamental flaw,
or a lack of fortitude,
that keeps me vacillating,
about what I do and what I should?
To all the questions in my mind,
am I looking for success,
as defined by a society,
with a perfectionist complex?
Your lies should not define me,
nor should you control my thoughts.
You keep me guessing and obsessing,
over my weight, my looks and my warts.
The outside has no substance.
It’s just an ever changing shell.
And when next I see my image,
your subliminal message, I repel.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
This one is about the need to stop identifying with a society obsessed with perfection as defined by said society via Hollywood movies, magazines and models. Real beauty is what is in your heart. The beauty of your heart should be more desirable than some image that has been displayed and upheld as, perfection. This is why we have lost sight of what is truly important. If we look inside ourselves and find that there are things that we can change about why we hate certain people or why we are cold and callous, then that is a good start. Beauty begins from within and if your heart is beautiful because you are caring, compassionate, empathetic, sympathetic, loving, kind and concerned about others, step in front of a mirror and that inner beauty is what you shall behold.