I keep myself in my pocket

and take out when I’m bored.

Precious as a lover’s locket

my self is not easily ignored.


Sometimes, when I forget

who I am, when I can’t remember,

I become impatient or upset

for what seems like forever.


That’s when I reach for myself

to make sure I’m still there.

I’ll even look at someone else

because it helps to compare.


I love whatever I find in me,

and if I don’t, I don’t care.

My beauty’s for others to see.

If they like it, I want them to share.

R. Charboneau

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