Beautiful

Do you see

Really see

Everything I am?

I yearn to be seen

For my true self

The me I see

When I look in the mirror

Not the things I make you feel

Not what you get from being

With me and around me

And not just for

My outer shell.

Do you see my insecurity

And want to change it?

Do you see my fears

And want to quiet them?

Do you see my tender heart

And yearn to protect it?

Do you see me and desire

To have me as a trophy,

A possession,

Something to show off

When you want to

And lock up when you don’t?

Or do you want to

Let me loose on the world

Enjoying my spirited dance

Until I want to hide away?

Do you want to hide away with me

Seeing the deepest parts

By sun and by candlelight?

Do you really

See

Me?


“She accepts your compliments on her face, her hair, and her body graciously—and she is, indeed, beautiful. But she is only moved when you notice the beauty of her spirit.”

~ Allaisia Hanan


A little girl asked this week what made her beautiful. Someone told her she had beautiful hair and a beautiful face and she smiled. I told her about the blossoming of her heart and confidence, about the compassion she shows others, about her humility and humor, and about seeing her grow as a young woman into someone who knew who she was… and she blushed every shade of red.

11 thoughts on “Beautiful

  1. I’ll watch you fly with the wind and pick you up when you fall. I’ll hold you tight when you want to hide or need to cry. You are a precious flower with kick. A rare flower. Don’t let anyone box you up and put a bow on you. And yes, I’ll cry or fly with you. 🌺🌹

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