Beautiful Submission

Who knows the minds eye?

Are you free in yourself?

Do you look into the mirror,

Disgust on your face

Wondering, Am I beautiful?

What is the measure of the minds eye?

In the moments of release

Where there is nothing left but you

Will you see your true self

For what you are?

Beautiful.

Your body a thing of genetics

Your mind a thing of experiences

You look into the mirror

Examining yourself inside

And wondering, Am I Beautiful?

Where does your beauty lie,

Is it in the smooth curve of the neck

The flatness of the tummy perhaps

Or is it in demeanor,

Your nature to be that which

To many would be repulsive

And yet you feel your strength

Knowing, that you have submitted

Not to the beauteous expectations

Of a race which reveres

The haggard skeletal follower

But to your own expectations

Of Beauty.

As you kneel before your own alter

Looking into the mirror of truth

Seeking your inner beauty

You see finally,

That though you have been bent

To the will of the world

It is in your submission to your own will

That ultimately makes you

Beautiful.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a new piece posted for the first time.  I hope with it we will each be challenged to seek our own beauty and to understand each others.  Common beauty is just that, common.