See My Soul

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 See My Soul

I want my heart to be seen

Before anyone measures me

Before numbers

Before scales

Before quiet glances

that try to shape me Into something lighter to hold

There’s already beauty within me

It starts within my eyes 

Because what I look toward

What I pursue

What I surrender to

That's where real beauty lives

I’m accepted now

Not months from now

Not after a transformation story

Not in a before- and -after reveal


Right now my soul is seen 

And if one day I step on a scale and I’m lighter

Let is be something that doesn’t

Cost me my peace to gain

Actually I want to gain

Purpose

Prayer Time

The presence of God 

Which already recognizes me


I'll keep becoming my best

Not for acceptance 

But from it. 


S. Ambrose, 2026

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