Wipe away these tears, wipe away this tone; at times disappointment causes me to want to be alone. Sick of this person, tired of this skin, questioning God, “Is this the best package you could have wrapped my soul in?” They say beauty is within, but no one sees the colors of my heart. On the outside I portray to have it all together, but honestly I’m falling apart. Wearing black to signify the death I feel living here on earth, at times I pray for someone, something to tell me my own life’s worth. Falling face first into an ocean of my sorrows, consuming me; drowning in my own grief, in search for a safety net to save me before I deplete! Everyone telling me how I have so much to offer, but in my mind I wonder why they even bother. I am content with my loneliness for only I can be the judge of my own failed attempts. Leave me be to sulk in my own misery, the thought of others seeing me in this condition makes me limp. Facing the day with a maybelline smile, hoping to find someone who thinks I’m worth their wild. Love for myself is one condition I will live without; for these are purposeless thoughts of a woman in doubt…-Bianca Lynnette
This poem was inspired by the picture that is attached. We all have moments when we feel a little insecure. Too often women lose the love they have for who they are when dealing with heart grabbing situations and tend to forget that we must speak life into their own souls. When I first came across this picture I knew I had to get into character with this one because I want you to feel my point of view. To those who have felt this way about yourself know that you have to find the beauty within you and know as you think it, so you will be!