Fay Slimm.

Made-Over.

 

 

Made-Over.

 

Created by almighty Love's hand
to enjoy who I am
I try to grow daily in appreciation
of my own being.

Not ashamed of known truth
no more do I strive
to be faceless, grey-souled and
helpless with need.

I want on the real me to feed.

 

I am Passion revived.

Glad, overtaking regret, pulsates

with force of survival.


Smiles infuse drab, attract things
which delight and
freely transport reasons to find
broader highlights in

my recently made-over insight.

 

I know that true zest

could never belong to anything joyless.

 

Passively yielding appears now
to defile aims 
of fresh Self who quite buoyant yet
subtle inside sees
need of commitment to more 

firming empowerment.

 

Heartbeat submitting to nothing
but pleasure of giving,
I willingly celebrate my latest version, 
mirrored in small 

beginnings of person-improvement yet

whom Love is now revealing.

 

Recycled I may be but I like the idea

of this freer,

more enlightened, new kind-of-me.

Comments7

  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    I wish we could bottle this... excellent...

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - my grateful thanks Andrew for your encouraging comment - am so pleased you like my few words on Made-Over.

    • dusk arising

      I saw your new pic for he first time ths morning. It is a well known phrase that beauty is only skin deep but having read your words for some time now i know your true beauty lies within you. However, I don't know how you've gone and done it but, yer a bit of a beauty outside too ducks!

      I'm far too repulsive to dare a selfie be seen on here. Maybe the day will come when my ego permits though.

      I admire the content of your words today. A statement in poetic form that you is wot you is and proud of it. Hoorah gal xx

      • Fay Slimm.

        You got the message and hung so many compliments around its lines that I am near to blushing my fine-scribing friend. You certainly is wot you is and no mistake dear D.A. .......... so glad you enjoyed the content and style of my thoughts on Made- Over.

      • orchidee

        Good write Fay.
        I changed me hair, now I can't do a thing with it! lol.

        • Fay Slimm.

          So good that you enjoyed the read dear Orchi.

        • Neville

          I wish we could bottle these words too...
          and if that were possible, I might just dispense with me torch and sit quietly in the glow, just holdin hands n stuff dont'cha know...

          This is just purrfect my friend....

          • Fay Slimm.

            What could be better than sittin' and quietly holdin' hands at sunset my tender friend.......... waftin' a buncha fingers to thee - get ready to catch.....x

          • Bragee

            Self love and has never been expressed more beautifully in words!

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            Angela here - Good Sabbath Evening FAY - thanks for a beautiful self-portrait ! Love the POEM !
            V 1. I have divided it into FOUR VERSES - OK. An acknowledgement that we are created as Individuals - and created for a Purpose. Brian & I are just realising that now we are married !
            V 2. Passion revived - I am beginning to understand that concept. In marriage it is shared equally !
            V 3. Aware of your *True Joyful Zest* and able to firm - Empowerment !
            v 4. Submitting to NOTHING ! *A more enlightened New kind of ME* Self discovery is awesome !
            In the Divine order of things we are all *Created for a Purpose* One of your many purposes is to be YOU on MPS - and encourage us - Day by Day by Day - with your Divine Poetry and (always) encouraging comments. You are always an encouragement and Role Model for Younger (and less experienced) Poets like Brian & I. You were born to be YOU & YOU alone ~ AMEN

            Blessings & Peace & Joy
            Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

          • Goldfinch60

            That recycling brings out a much stronger you to live your life in a positive manner and forge ahead into your wonderful life.

            Andy



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