I woke up today
again
scared, lonely, lost and alone
So
I went to the Flower
I sat, I marveled at her beauty
so soft and delicate, her aroma intoxicating
strong and proud
I felt small
insignificant
I felt human
As I watched her, I realized, She was content
Part of her was perfect and magical
yet She was also vulnerable and damaged
even with her flaws, She was breathtaking
She focused not on the weeds beneath her
the angry weeds, fighting, clawing
rejoicing in there purpose
to choke her out
She focused not on the tree that stole the Sun from her face
No
She only continued to smile and reach for the Sun
adjusting, turning, bending to overcome
the shadow of the tree
in that moment
I understood
Beauty comes not so much
from the splendor of the flesh
but from a place one can't see
Beauty comes from the Heart, the Soul
the strength to dance with ones very own Imperfections
and still
reach for the Sun
