Growth
You think you need acceptance,
to feel valid.
You aspire to improve,
your outer shell.
Even when you think the
inside – is what matters.
You’re convinced you need someone else
- to be yourself.
But worst of all
You believe you are the dirt
beneath the blossoming flowers.
When- if only you could see,
you are the most delicate creation of beauty
ever to sprout from the grounds.
You are one among tens, of hundreds of thousands
of people, young, old, pure people who can’t see their own
beauty- and it hurts me
To know that even in this room there is potential
And for some reason we claim it confidential,
To hide the most essential qualities of ourselves
In the dark
Beauty is seen as one defined physical existence
To this? We can form a resistance
Because you know, I know — it is a gathering of qualities
A whole range of philosophies
No one can define your beauty.
You are that flower among so many others
Whose petals frail to the ground instead of beaming to the sun
I urge you — find where you spirit begun
And hold
Because you are more than a pretty face, a pretty array of petals
You are a garden overwhelming itself with
Intelligence, kindness, bravery, acceptance, and spirit
Don’t you dare ever fear it.