A poem I wanted to remember, got it off of a thread here.
The Woman in the Mirror
Walking past the mirrored glass, I take a timid peak.
I see a woman staring back, I am to choked up to speak.
The puffiness, at last is gone, the skin pink and glowing.
The many pounds that melted off, Finally, now is showing.
Hard to believe until recently, the same woman was dying.
Stuffing the food to ease the pain, Heartbroken and crying.
Life revolved around each snack,She lived for every meal.
Anything to numb the hurt, She did not want to feel.
When did she get so pretty? When did God remove this grief?
How did this miricle happen? Who provided this relief?
What a gift!! A second chance!! I thank god everyday.
For his grace in showing me, there is a better way.
I walk, I dance, I make love too, my heart is filled with gladness.
I am out of bondage, I am out of pain, there is no more room for sadness.
This woman in the mirror, Smiles softly back at me.
She has good cause to be pleased, She has finally been set free!!!
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