Beauty

Beauty; so much more than looks
deep inside it resides like words, hidden between covers of books
internal galaxies with so much to see
that mere words cannot bring justice to or set free

Beauty is kindness, a heartbeat of generosity
a friendly smile, a hand held out to comfort those in need
beauty doesn't live on the surface, it isn't like waves on a sea
it is the currents pulling deep inside, all that we can be

Beauty is fragile, a delicate glass vessel that can be damaged easily
one that can be shattered if people abuse its sincerity
it often hides, shy and afraid but beauty is our soul given a chance to breathe
it isn't like a neon sign pointing to itself in the dim streets of life we lead

Beauty is more than a pretty face or a nice body, its deeper than that
it can be the smallest act, the way that you make someone feel when they are feeling flat
it is honesty and truth, like a river washing through the lies and misuse
beauty isn't the outside view, it lives deep inside you

Beauty lives in the nervous tics, the little stuttered words that fall from your lips
the ones that show that you care for peoples welfare, the hand you hold out when people slip
its in the mind, that the true beauty is found
the powerful place where love and hope abound    

I often look in the mirror, as so many of us do
wondering what I have to offer, why would anyone take a second view
I used to fear the reflection staring back at me, now I look inside to see
the person that someday will be set free

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.