heres a poem for my fellow december babies
A Poem
Walking past the mirror,
I take a timid peek,
I see a woman staring back,
I'm too choked up to speak.
The puffiness,at last, is gone,
The skin is pink and glowing,
The many pounds that melted off,
Is finally showing.
Hard to believe till recently
This same woman was dying,
Stuffing food to ease the pain,
Heartbroken and crying.
Life revolved around each snack,
She lived for every meal.
Anything to numb the hurt,
She didn't want to feel.
When did she get so pretty?
When did god remove the grief?
How did this miracle happen?
Who provided relief?
What a gift! A second chance!
I thank god everyday,
For his grace in showing me
There is a better way.
I walk I dance I make love too,
My heart is filled with gladness
I'm out of bondage,out of pain
There is no room for sadness.
This woman in the mirror
Smiles softly back at me
She has good cause to be pleased
She's finally been set free.