Blemishes
The blemishes you wear have hidden
The beauty you possess,
Like peeling paint which mars a house—
Your gifts concealed by the mess—
The blemishes have chipped your heart,
You fear the shame they bring;
They seem to you to loudly broadcast
Your weaknesses as king—
But if you open up your heart
I’ll strip them all away,
And one by one reveal your talents
To shine upon your face.
The beauty you possess,
Like peeling paint which mars a house—
Your gifts concealed by the mess—
The blemishes have chipped your heart,
You fear the shame they bring;
They seem to you to loudly broadcast
Your weaknesses as king—
But if you open up your heart
I’ll strip them all away,
And one by one reveal your talents
To shine upon your face.
posted by Benjamin Graber | 8:35 PM
2 Comments:
The last several poems I've read feel "stand alone" yet "connected". Are you creating a series? They speak volumes.
Hi Lisa!
I haven't meant to "connect" them, but I write from my heart, and have had a lot of the same themes on my heart lately! Thank you for stopping by; it is always nice to know that someone is reading what I post! :-)
Blessings,
Ben
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