True Beauty
Could I make room in my life for you to come in and sit inside?
You once asked me, "What is beauty?"
I said, "Whatever could inspire me."
Now I think I'll change me answer.
At the time, I didn't know you.
The beauty of ink spots makes me think about the raindrops of life.
The pain I express through poetry is as if my pen were bleeding from injury and the paper is the only bandage which can cover the scars.
You may be far from the definition of beauty, but our connection is beautiful.
Many share reflections of feelings.
Between us, these are words with healing properties and opportunities to smile.