You cry because it is the first thing
the world and its oxygen
taught you to do –
you, a scrunched up ball
of someone’s perfection –
a perfection you have never
seen, never believed.
Even when your mother
made daisy chains to adorn
your crown.
Or when your father cried
the first time you smiled,
not at him nor yourself
but the birds in the sky
and the whistling songs
they sing.
You frown because safety
is your priority,
because saying you are
beautiful, out loud
even to four walls
as if they are a crowd,
is dangerous.
The roses, love letters,
best wishes and mirrors
still say it for you –
beautiful,
but you refuse to believe it –
with tired eyes, errands
and ‘maybe next times’.
You shrink because you
believe the world is too big
and the light in your eyes
stops you from being small enough,
you lie and believe
you are not good enough.
It is easier to see beauty
in daisies, tulips and roses
than in your eyes, cheeks and smiles.
It is easier to see beauty in everything
except yourself.
But the fact you are beautiful
is no less true
and the day you cry
because you finally believe it too,
will be the day you will learn
to the cry the way Gaia
intended for you.
Oh, this is achingly lovely… funny how, by the time some of us recognize our own beauty, our skin has started to sag; the crows feet have spread from our eyes to our cheeks and our hair has all gone grey. Haven’t figured out, yet, why beauty is so hard to see when it is all young and fresh…
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Simply beautiful!
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Thank you Basilike ♥️
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So very beautifully written talented poetess
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A wonderful introspective type poem. Love it! Thank you for sharing. – Brian
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective.
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You’re most welcome ❤
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Wonderful introspection 💕
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Most of what we know of ourselves, are through the socializations, the interactions with our external environments that we have, that is how we formed our very original, and first concepts of the self.
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wow! I love this! go you well don on a fabulous piece of writing!
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Thank you very much!
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