I’m beautiful

I know you can

tell me that,

I just wish you might

understand that

in a place,

beyond the scope of illusion,

where the mind rests weary,

I

really am this person.

 

That reflection you see in the breeze

of a spring morning,

down hanging around feeling the mighty

strength of a mass of perseverance.

When I am there,

I feel the icy cold snap of reality,

keeps me in check,

when everyone else seems to take for granted,

what it is I have …

around me, here today,

well everyday I suppose.

 

That’s when I find peace,

like ripples slapping on seas

a natural prayer of euphoria.

That’s the me, you can seldom see,

I’ll be happy to share my secret with you someday.

©Thom Amundsen for a friend* April 2016