Do You See Me?

Do you see me?

Not the aging body,
nor the weathered face;
that my mirror contorts,
making me feel so out of place.

Can you see her?

The girl that once was,
so vibrant, and so very young;
she’s still there within,
her final song has not been sung.

Can you hear her?

When I speak and laugh out loud,
the sing-song of her voice;
she is in my head always,
she laughs and does rejoice.

I can’t see myself.

My body does betray me,
when I look with aging eyes;
she hasn’t aged a day inside,
this must be a disguise.

I can’t see her,

No matter how hard I try,
yet, I know for sure she’s there;
she wants to run and play,
and live without a care.

I can hear her, though,

Speaking loudly and so clear,
she’s the voice inside my head,
letting me know I haven’t lost myself,
and the young girl isn’t dead.

She is who I am,

Interwoven in my genes,
she’s not the girl of ages past;
she’s the girl that lives today,
she’s the first, and she’s the last.

So when you look at me,
and see the withered face;
or see the failing body,
that no longer moves with grace.

Just know the girl is there,
and inside I’m still so very young;
I haven’t aged a day within,
and my final song has not been sung.

Don’t look on me with pity,
nor merely pass me by;
for I am young within,
I love, I laugh, I cry.

If you think I’m lying,
watch, my friend, as you grow old;
hear your own voice within,
and you’ll know the truth I’ve told.

© Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.

Published by Leslie Dobson

Leslie has been writing since she was a young child, first with poetry and short stories and later with song lyrics, young adult stories and inspirational sayings. She is a multi-genre author and her blogs and books come when and where the Spirit leads.

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