I’ve been thinking a lot about the word “beauty”. When I think of beauty, I automatically think of nature. I think of the original state of a forest or the ocean. It just is and we find it beautiful. It made me think about how that relates to us. We also have an “original state of beauty”. An eternal form which is essentially beautiful. It exists deep within. Under the skin, before the make up, the masks, the clothes and the jewelry. It’s much deeper. You can see its shimmer sometimes through the eyes, the windows of the soul. You can see it sometimes in a smile. You can feel it in an embrace. I wrote this poem to help you remember. Remember how beautiful you are.
Look at you.
Just look at you.
You’ve made sadness an artist and gave your face away as a canvas and he has done a masterpiece with it.
The thing is… you’ve forgotten who you are and now you believe you are his work of art.
But sweetheart, I am here to tell you that you are not.
Take your pieces back. Reclaim yourself.
I see through it… all that bullshit you call real.
I see the raw, fierce beauty that lives underneath all that paint.
I see it wanting to be seen.
I see it.
I see you.
And you are fucking exquisite.
How you manage to will yourself asleep to play the part of the devil’s muse everyday I will never know.
Without speaking, you’re asking if it’s okay for you to fall.
Down, all the way.
Knees melting from the impact, flesh meeting earth, to revert back to your chemical composition.
Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium. You’re all there and there is nothing more than this.
You’re tired of trying to convince yourself that there is.
You can’t take a second more of pretending, of trying, of smiling, of nodding, gossiping and comparing.
You want out of the contract you signed with blood the minute you were born.
You want to be at peace. You need to be at peace.
I respect and worship the power in your grit.
Do you know your worth, love?
Do you know your truth, love?
Because it knows you.
And it is waiting, just waiting for you.
There, in the silence, in the tender moments.
When you get tired of carrying all that weight,
When you think no one is watching and you let it go.
You take it off and slip into the subtle version of you.
That being of truth that knows your vastness,
Your expansiveness, your reach.
You are the answer to every question you’ve ever had.
Why are you living so shallow?
What keeps you so scared?
Why is it so easy to be so little when you have everything coursing through you?
Tell me. Talk to me. Spill your secrets.
I want to love you.
All that means is that I want to be who I am around you.
I want you to meet me here.
To stand firmly on honest ground.
To say who you are out loud.
I am Love.
I am Joy.
I am Bliss.
I am Beauty.
Say each one out loud and soak into it.
You know it’s true.
I feel it in you.
Don’t look away for validation.
You don’t even need to believe me,
All you have to do is remember.
You beautiful goddess creature, just remember where you came from.
Dim the lights and close your eyes and let yourself fly.
Go wherever you want to go, away from the drama, from the roles.
Away from the mundane, from the everyday.
In the silence, let the truth speak.
Let your heart tell you what you came here to do.
You crave to be something the world has never seen.
So ask yourself honestly…
What’s stopping you?