Stay steadfast

And true

To the beauty in you.

You will falter sometimes

As all humans do,

But do not run and hide.

We are all sleeping

Angels

Unaware

Of our own

Magic

Inside.

She tends to hold

Back

Giving love to herself.

Like

It’s a dirty thing,

Something to be ashamed of.

Like she stole it from

Someone

Else.

I move.

I walk

And journey lands near

And far.

I cross rivers

And

Climb many mountains.

I am not looking for

Anyone

Or

Anything

For

I live and breathe

Splendor

With each heartbeat.

With each footstep

It flows from my skin.

My heart is

Tranquility

For peace is my soul.

I am not separated from,

For

With

Everything

I am one.

Waking and stretching.

Filling my lungs

With

That first morning

Breath.

Birds singing.

Dogs barking.

An abundance of giggles

Resounding

From down the hall.

All is well.

All is well.

She tore them up

And

Threw them on the floor.

She does not want

Them

Anymore.

Her heart cannot be patched

With paper mâché.

Your

Ink and

Pretty paper.

Where your words meet your deeds,

That is where her

Trust

Lies

And hope

Abides.