This is a poem about the Journey of Confidence. Most of us can relate to second guessing yourself, even if your life is full of validation and what others see as success. Its about our own journeys of transformation and learning that beauty is an internal light.
Mr. Confidence
I met Mr. Confidence the other day,
I looked at his reflection and walked away
I left behind the handsome face
Hoping the image would stay that way
As I walked through the door, he disappeared
Leaving me breathless, filled with fear
What if they see the man that I am?
Vulnerable, wise, a fool
Who was I, that Mr. Confidence showed his face?
I’m just an average guy, with average ways
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder;
Only if the beholder holds their own beauty
What will I need to have my cup filled up; a stare,
an advance, an unwavering glance?
Will he show up, when I need him the most
Or will he disappear when I’m on my own
How will I be the man of my dreams?
When I can’t see myself as others see me
What will I do to fall in love with you?
Send a picture; write you a letter, a poem or two
What will I do to get over you?
When your reflection of me, is all about you!
Carl Meadows
April 4, 2011
Leader~Poet~Humanist 