Beautiful

 

Beautiful is not

A word that describes me

Beautiful is not

What I see

Beautiful is not

Something that’s within me

Beautiful is not

What I’ll ever be

 

Beautiful is a flower

Or a lovely spring breeze

Beautiful is a painting

That helps my soul release

Beautiful is a melody

And words from which they spring

Beautiful is a child’s smile

And that’s no longer me

 

Beautiful is love

That comes true from the heart

Beautiful is caring

When the world falls apart

Beautiful is sharing

When you barely have enough to start

Beautiful is knowing

What you are and what you are not

 

Beautiful is not

Sharing your body

But not your heart

Beautiful is not

Where you hide

From your inner thoughts

Beautiful is not

Tears, sadness,

Or what’s in the dark

 

Beautiful is

When you share

Your mind, your thoughts

Beautiful is

Taking a stand

When you know what’s right

Beautiful is

Facing your loneliness

Even when you hide in plain sight

Beautiful is

Being what you are

And not faking what you are not

 

Beautiful is not

A word that describes me

Beautiful is not

What the mirror shows me

Beautiful is not

My laugh, smile or thoughts

Beautiful is

All those things

That I am not