When I look at you,
I am not looking at the crease
between your furrowed brows
Or the flush of your cheeks
Or the tremor in your unsteady smile.
When I look at you,
I am not looking at your hands
Stuffed underneath your legs,
Shaking uncontrollably
As you try to keep your body erect.
When I look at you,
I am not thinking
what you are thinking
that I am thinking
about you.
Because when I look at you,
I don’t see the image you have of yourself.
I don’t see the scars,
the failures,
the imperfections.
When I look at you,
I am embracing you in my presence,
The being that has manifested here,
And I see all that you have forgotten,
All that you fail to see in yourself.
When I look at you,
I see the beauty in you.
Even in an empty room,
In the dark, with my eyes closed.
I see you, the whole of you.
When I look at you,
I make a wish that one day
you can also see
The beauty I have seen in you.
Thank you Tina for this beautiful poem that was just the perfect thing to send to a patient of mine.
With metta,
Genevieve
Psychotherapist
Thank you Genevieve.
With metta to you and your patient,
Tina