The Woman in the Mirror

The Woman in the Mirror Walking past the mirrored glass, 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, Finally, is 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 the relief ? What a gift! A second chance! I thank God every day, 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 so pleased, She's finally been set free.

Nannette, I LOVE IT !!!!!! That's all I can say because I'm all choked up! See you tomorrow, Jen Davis

Nannette, These poems you are offering here are great.. where are you finding them? They are all really hitting home. Donna

Nannette I appreciate this poem, it says a lot. I am not a poet, so I enjoy it especially when someone shares a poem that has a great deal of meaning : )) Did you write this? Shalom : ) Timmy Ray

No Timmy, didn't write it -- I'm not that talented, but it hit home cause I often don't recognize myself in the mirror as I'm moving fast by. I also didn't recognize myself right away in the picture that Jack gave out at Friday's meeting -- knew I was there and had to look for myself! LOL

This poem is BEAUTIFUL :::: Thanks for sharing it -=JerseyMom