I applaud how beautifully it’s been maintained,
This vessel someone else was given,
But where’s the wear and tear —
Some sign it’s actually been used;
That it’s carried out the purpose
For which it was created...
You look in the mirror
And see only imperfections,
But the scars I see, looking at you,
Are proof that you’ve been working, being,
Living into the promise of your birth.
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