Brake Through Glass


God says do not covet,

but how?

How do I tame my jealous eyes

from wanting what I don't have?

Contentment is never within my grasp.

Some days I see it

the beauty others claim is there

but it's just a fleeting image

leaving me questioning reality.

I look for it in a deeper place

where it matter most,

but my eyes 

search with a mirror.


The mirror is decietful and harsh

it does not show the true me.

I'm not superficial

or a supermodel.

I'm a light that loves others,

but I must learn to love myself.



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