Fishing / Poem

Fishing (written by Sarah Bennett)

Someone gives me a compliment I did not ask for,

And you say I’m fishing for it.

Only I did not want what I caught,

I did not eat what I caught,

I threw it back into the ocean

Where every other nice word said about me

Has sunk to the bottom.

Why would I go fishing to feed

A body

I do not enjoy,

A body

I want to see get smaller.

This body does not need fish,

It needs you to stop assuming I’m asking for it just because I do not tell you

Every insecurity I hold in clenched fists

Every time I look in a mirror,

Every time I do not look in a mirror.

Did you know Jesus once multiplied five loaves of bread and two fish

And fed five thousand people?

They call it a miracle

Because He did the impossible.

I call it a miracle because they were not

Ashamed to be hungry.

Jesus gave the people what they needed,

Not what they thought would be better for their looks.

They were thankful for their meal and everyone ate their share.

Everyone ate.

I have not fished for a compliment in my life.

The only thing I have ever hoped to catch

Is a miracle.

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This isn’t a new poem, but after deleting my poems last year (it honestly seemed like a good idea at the time – you can ready why at this link), this is one that I actually want to keep here. I don’t plan on reposting every single poem I’ve ever written, but there are some, like this one, that are really meaningful to me and that I want available to readers.

Happy Saturday 🙂

Sarah xx