Seeing our Better Selves

When my image is captured and frozen in time it is so easy to see what I don’t like

Even more than my mirror image where I can turn and perhaps see things differently

In the moving image I can find the better light and the parts of me that I like

But there, frozen in time in a now dead moment it is so easy to pick at the flaws

To critique myself in a much harsher light than any other would ever see

And in my life it is helpful to find those who remind me how to see my better self

Who in that same image see not the flaws frozen to be picked apart and fretted upon

But in that moment sees not a moment dead in time but instead a reminder of the living me

And learning to see myself through another’s eyes and risking cataloging the moments

As living reminders to celebrate the person I am today viewed in a new light

Sign of the Rose