Allegory of the Ugly Duckling

The ugly duckling
Went to her wedding to be a swan
But swans amongst ducklings
Don’t hold much interest you see
And being what you're not doesn't make you happy & free.

The reflection was always muddy
The beautiful in another place and time
The duck had surgery
But the look, the being
Was something unnatural, a horrible crime

And as the duck looked back
To see her own type
She pondered her situation and why she had had a grip
But some things may change forever
It starts as a choice of the subconscious mind
The way we think
And God could not help the duck
She could see but really she was blind.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That beauty only comes from accepting your own skin
He gives you the material
But the tone, the mood, the presentation, the attitude
Is all yours to make to ensure your presentation to another is not shallow or fake
And knowing God never makes a mistake.

The ideas, self-talk may cripple our walk with God. The self focus others will notice and in trying so hard to be another
we fail to show our beautiful selves to others.