Beautiful.
Under the clouds of your sadness,
under the smoke of your fire,
under the scars of your skin.
Beautiful,
is not what happens to you,
but who you are
when the day finds you,
when light hits the eye,
to reveal you,
when stars burn out,
and darkness covers you.
Beautiful.
Not something you’ve become,
but something you have been
since the world first saw you,
since your soul was forged
in the impossible heart of the universe,
you have always been,
and always will be,
beautiful.
A precious creature,
given to this world
to make it better.
For the world is broken
anguished, and ugly.
That’s why you are here.
DJR – 2023
