Falling Scales

You are beautiful,
no matter what the voices say,
those that batter you
from without and those
that batter you from within.

It is time to find your silence,
to tell yourself the truth
that some of us have known all along,
to toss the broken mirrors
you have been using

and to learn to see anew,
to cast off the spell of liars
disguised as lovers and friends,
and laugh and dance and sing
a song of joy as the scales fall

from your eyes,
and they are filled with the beautiful,
beautiful truth
of you.

About this poem

I am always amazed at the beautiful women I know, who don’t think they are. Always, always amazed.

The picture was taken at the Sterling Renaissance Faire.

Tom