Pride

Another poem out if my seven deadly sins anthology

“Believe in yourself.”

They always said.

“Of course I think you’re pretty.”

She always said.

“You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

He said.

These seemingly harmless compliments are what corrupt us,

lead us to sin.

An image in a mirror, soft features, smooth curves.

She looks adoringly into her own eyes,

violet gems, shimmering with delight.

Mothers shower their daughters with compliments,

as teachers erase any doubts they may feel.

What does this achieve in a world of obsession and sin?

She is what this creates.

A woman consumed by her own beauty,

consumed by a need to be admired,

consumed by vanity.

There is no space for humility in her world,

no truth or self perception.

Just pride.

Reviews

[dunnia]

wow this is amazing...you captured the sad reality of many young girls well done

[Marie Baskerville]

thank you so much