Surgical Weight Loss Poem

I didnt write this poem, I found it while browsing the web- I thought you all might enjoy it. I hope this isnt illegal- if it is, please delete. I Dreamed I Was Pretty I dreamed I was pretty last night. My spirits soared high in flight. Life was good and I enjoyed living. People were kind, receptive and giving. Here as I sit in the broad light of day, I do so wi**** were that way. How I wish with all my might I were as pretty as I dreamed last night. I dreamed last night I was pretty. I was laughing, flirting and giddy. There seemed to be nothing I was afraid of. I felt secure, protected and loved. Reality, however, is not as kind, and I'm aware it's just not my time. But soon I will bloom and then you will see just how beautiful this woman can be. Soon I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes and shed these pounds and my glasses. I'll be elevated up on gossamer wings above the glares, insults and stings where I'll come to rest in the place of my dreams, Nevermore forced out on awakening. And there I will cling with all my might to remain as pretty as I dreamed last night. I AM as pretty as I dreamed last night. My spirits soar high in flight. Life IS good and I enjoy living. People ARE kind, receptive and giving. Here as I sit in the broad light of day I see that it always has been that way. Now I'm sure with all that's right that I AM as pretty as I dreamed last night. Sheila Swan

Robin, This poem is beautiful! I almost cried while reading it. Thank you for sharing it. Marilyn

I enjoyed your poem as well. You don't see to many poems for us...at least that I know of....Thank you for sharing