When you look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Do you see your spirit?
Can you say, “I’m happy with me.”
Look into your eyes,
Lock in the gaze,
Stare down your demons.
You can do it.
Don’t let the pain win.
There you go.
You’re beautiful when you smile.
The tear running down your cheek
Is not of sadness, but of happiness.
Your smile fractured your depression,
Opened the gates to freedom
You’ve kept closed in fear.
The gate is open.
You’re free to smile,
To be contagious,
To spread your happiness
To a world that has been waiting.
Start and end your days with a smile.
Be happy with you.
Robert Stanhope started creative writing during his Junior year of high school. In his twenties, he became a motorsports journalist and was published in a number of local, regional, and national trade publications. Now in his early 40s, Bob has returned to creatively writing, including embarking on his first novel, The Last Lie.