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.

Storms Make us Stronger

All things end in time

As the cycle comes to a close.

Remember the words of the wind and earth

and fire in your heart will dim to a glow.

Find the strength to carry on,

the torch though dim still burns.

Remember and remember forgive and forgive

but never to forget the words.

The storms make us stronger,

the winds teach us to stand

The waters cleanse our spirits

before we once again seek land.

The banner is still flying,

Some have lost their track,

In war and peace there are casualties,

We mourn their loss and death,

But the storms make us stronger

And the winds teach us to stand

The waters cleans our spirits

Before we seek dry land.

AUTHORS NOTE: So this is another older piece but it exactly how I feel right now.  I see no point in creating a new piece of work for something that quite frankly I've already said.  I would however like to point out that I haven't stopped composing new poetry.  I am working on a new piece but I need to get over my writers block first.  My hope is that you enjoy this one until the next post.