21 April 2017

Not by Erin Hanson

You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You’re the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you’ve cried,
You’re the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places that you’ve been to,
And the one that you call home,
You’re the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.

*this poem is powerful, evokes deep emotion. In this world where most people find it hard to find self-acceptance, this poem is like a soft whisper for us to just believe with ourselves and not try so hard to reach beyond our capabilities and abilities. Yes, it says: Dream big! But beware, it is frustrating when our expectation did not meet.
Which part of the poem you love the most?
Me? I truly love this poem as a whole.

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