The vanity in me regrets

autumn

I used to make wishes come bedtime.
To wake up beautiful in the morning.
The disappointment of wishes not granted.
Of looking in the mirror, plainness still there.

I am not beautiful or pretty.
The mirror doesn’t lie, I see plainness.
Next to my cousins, I feel like a frump.
Petite and lovely I will never be.

Growing pains throughout my teen years.
Gangly, uncoordinated and shy.
Not only was I not pretty,
I was mistaken of being a boy.

Social functions were to be dreaded.
The uncountable times I have blushed.
A teenager trying to blend in with the wall.
Better to be a wallflower then to be embarrassed.

I do have positive traits in me.
To name two, hardworking and organized.
Persons I meet for the first time,
sometimes pass me over as boring.

We don’t get to choose our gifts.
Each of us is unique, as is the gift.
We look at another’s gift with envy.
Wondering why we were overlooked.

Now, looking in the mirror I see character.
My gift is not of beauty, it is of strength.
Strangers will never see my beauty,
The vanity in me regrets, after all I am a woman.

By C.E. Pereira
(28-9-2014)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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