What is beauty? more than a face
Not just a golden ratio, symmetry and grace
Beauty is aiming high then falling
Dreaming big and not stalling
Growing and rising once more
Only fools believe they know the score
Beautiful are those walking through fire unshaken
Smiling through storms, circumstances misshapen
Waving the flag of freedom from oppression
A late bloomer in a world obsessed with fast succession
Beauty is love, pure and untainted
A giving heart, compassion acquainted
A purpose forged through pain and fight
A devotion glowing in the darkest night
Beauty is murky water turned to peace
A restless mind that finds release
It is coming home through trauma’s maze
With tears and scars that leave no trace
It is carrying your dark as you walk to the light
Living your truth in its fullest might
A rose is beautiful but so is the lily
Unbent by trends, standing strong and freely.
That is beauty.