Hope is Waving to the World

SOME MORNINGS

I step out some mornings,
Face scrubbed clean,
So you can see me as I am.

Other days I dress my best,
Hoping you’ll notice
And compliment my style.

Some days I stay in,
Hiding behind closed drapes,
Not bothering to shower.

Who will I be today?
Which me will wave to world?
Each is brave in her own way.

If you see me, be kind.
Raw, or polished, or hidden,
It takes courage to wave.

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