When You Saw Her

The weight of the world is resting on your shoulders,

But you placed it there.

The voices of doubt are shouting in your ears,

But you placed them there.

The thoughts of hate take you down like giant boulders,

But you placed them there.

You are the weight.

You are the doubt.

You are the hate.

Why do you torture yourself?

When you saw her,

You were moved by compassion.

When you saw her,

You were brought to tears.

When you saw her,

You were given new passion.

Though only seen in the mind’s eye,

This young girl taught you something new.

Though only seen in the mind’s eye,

This young girl gave to you and because of her you grew.

But then the illusion suddenly became clear,

As you realized this young girl was you.

You saw yourself as you saw her:

A young child full of beauty, light, and grace.

You saw yourself as you saw her:

A young child figuring things out, making mistakes.

You saw yourself as you saw her:

A young child worthy of love, needing a firm embrace.

So why do you torture yourself?

Stop torturing yourself,

And let go of the weight, the doubt, the hate.

Stop torturing yourself,

And embrace the young girl you saw.

Stop torturing yourself,

And see yourself as you are: a work of art to celebrate.