Beauty

The power and majesty

The reverence and peace..

Beautiful. Poetic.

The images leap from the page

The notes within my soul

resonate

ringing pure and true.

It is hard 

to be surrounded by beauty.

To recognize it in everything

BUT MYSELF.

I thought I had moved past this.

Thought I had put it behind me.

But, no, it was only buried.

Waiting. Biding its time to resurface.

Depression rears its ugly head

in so many ways.

I think I am moving forward.

But, am I wrong?

Am I not a better, stronger,

woman than the insecure girl I once was?

Cannot I beat this

once and for all?

I am not ugly

I possess beauty and strength.

I am considerate of others.

I am sincere.

I recognize the good in others

and try to make them 

aware of the good I see.

Remember. Remember.

Joy. Laughter. Family. Love.

Children giggling, playing, imagining.

Warm sunshine bringing me to life.

Birds singing, welcoming spring.

Hunger and thirst after beauty.

Orange flames licking the dark night.

Dancing, ebbing, flowing, growing.

Newborn breath, chest rising and falling

in a calming rhythm.

Eyelid fluttering in pleasant slumber.

God buoys us up. Never leaves us alone.

Fear has no place in my heart.

Fear is not of God.

God will comfort me.

I will not seek after the praise

of mankind.

I am good enough.

I will not compare myself to others.

I will love myself.

I will accept myself.

Some sorrows are unseen.

Everyone suffers.

God knows us. Knows our hearts 

and our desires.