Pretty In The Dark

This is the first poem I have written in years. My inspiration came from the astoundingly beautiful, precious souls at the school where I teach that do not see their own beauty. This poem is currently being made into a song. I hope it touches you.

Pretty In The Dark

My curtains glow with the sun’s first light

Staring in the mirror I’m trying to fight

All those voices that say

I’m not worth the time of day

I learn to pretend

I learn to dream

About being the face on the magazine

But I’m not her and

She’s not me

Not matter what I do I can never be

Try as I might

Try with all my heart

Still, I’m just pretty in the dark

Everyone around me seems to have it all together

A handle on everything, living in power

I feel so scared and so unworthy

Can anyone see inside to the real me?

I learn to pretend

I learn to dream

About being the face on the magazine

But I’m not her and

She’s not me

No matter what I do I can never be

Try as I might

Try with all my heart

Still, I’m just pretty in the dark

Now I see the face that’s bright as the sun

He knows me better than anyone

He sees to my heart and loves me just the same

I live in His joy not in shame

I don’t have to pretend

I don’t have to dream

About being the face on the magazine

Cause I’m not her

And I don’t have to be

No matter how I look He loves me for me

Strong in His might

Bought with His scars

Now I’m more than just pretty in the dark