I believe that people are beautiful, no matter their outward appearances. I hope that this poem conveys to you each what I mean. I find it challenging to put into words the thoughts that come racing through my head. Thoughts on humanity and all the emotions we have within ourselves combined with the potential that we rarely ever seek out. But we are creatures of wonderous beauty I believe, we just have to see it in a different way than we would normally.
Beauty comes in many forms,
it ebbs and flows in invisible lines,
across the expanse of things seen
Inside a heart, you feel it-
but you cannot see it with the naked eye.
Beauty comes from the coward,
who faces his or her fears.
Inside the mind, you understand it-
but you cannot hear another's thoughts.
Beauty comes from one who knows no different,
for they are not stopped by the unspoken.
Inside a soul, yes you know its there-
but you cannot hold it in your hands.
Beauty comes from one who keeps it close and tends to it,
for it shimmers with its own unique radiance;
A light, a beacon that shines for the world within.