Looking at Me

Here is a poem I wrote awhile ago:

Looking at me

What do I see?

Looking in mirror

What do I hear?

A little helpless thing

A nothing, a nobody, not even a something. 

Something that’s hardened at heart. 

Something that’s taken apart. 

But the beautiful majesty.

He was the one that gave me wings.

He softened my heart.

He put me back into part.

Now that little helpless thing 

Is a person, a something. 

Now when I look in the mirror

To humans I’m just a person.

But in God’s eyes  

I’m something special,

Something dear.