Friday, March 7, 2014


Journal entry: July 14th, 2008 (Feeling sorry for myself but trying to smile through it!)

I look in the mirror
Who looks back at me?
I'm unrecognizable
Who do I see?
I used to complain
About having no style
I wanted to have
A nice, whiter smile.
My hair would be wild
And all over the place
I was unsatisfied
With marks on my face
Now I'd be happy
If I had some hair
Being bald is no fun
There is way too much air. . .on top!

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised
                                                                                                                                                  Proverbs 31:30


Janet Martin said...

Glynis, my Dear POET Friend, I have dearly enjoyed ready your poetry. The emotion in your words is so intense and draws the reader to the heart of your struggles. How you kept your sense of humour though it all is surely a gift from God!

Praying still as you journey forward.

Glynis said...

I'm almost embarrassed that you, my brilliant poet friend, are reading my poetry. I actually love writing poetry, but I don't do it well. Thanks for the love.