Beautiful is in the curves,
the lines, that spell my name,
On a good day.
Is in the corners of the lips that
fall, even though they know
not to speak all.
Is in the eyes that face the
sun, and cameras’ flash,
Without flinching, without
blinking out the resilience
that allows for bravity.
Beauty is in aknowledging
the ugly.
In knowing that even that
can not define me.
In loving , Only
for the sake of love.
Beauty is in the puffy eyed
deep exhale of breath that
states, that the cry is over.
Beauty is the island of
space, in which I find
my peace of mind.
Stagger my pace.
And find the grace,
To pose,
Expose myself, as an existant entity.
A victorious refrain from lifes general vulnerabilities.
Because it’s only for moments
that we can break from this
race.
Beautiful is framed honestly.
Even when I don’t know it,
Beautiful is me.
This is Exquisite!
i am so so so happy i found your blog. SO HAPPY. seen you perform twice; you do amazing things… inspiration!!
Thank you so so much. I’m humbled that you’d take the time to look. 🙂 Words are wind, without ears to hear them.
Beautiful is you…agreed. 🙂
Lachini. Kunichocha nayo. 🙂
Hahaha it is the truth..always has been…since Dass restaurant days..
The poem is so captivating, I can’t get enough. Following
Thank you so much for your time