What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the grayness of my hair
The wrinkles in my face
Do you see the softness of my body?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see frailty, insanity, or rage?
The beatings and rapes my body has endured?
Do you see the wear of years from living in fear and pain?
What you do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the love for life
The births of children
The nights of worry and care
Do you see the days spent cooking and cleaning?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the silent tears shed in the dark?
Do you see the laughter and joy shared in the light?
Perhaps the hopes and dreams of healthier tomorrows?
What do you see when you look at me?
Author: Priestess Connie
23 years of recovery from PTSD
