In your beauty I find comfort.
I your honesty, healing.
In the expression of your pain, permission to feel my own.
You speak of being unsure of what you say,
And yet you say it all so beautifully,
Your compassion is obvious,
Your loving complete,
Your vulnerability touching.
I want to hold you and protect you from the world,
As I would protect anything so beautiful
So easily hurt
And I cry when I think that someone has hurt you
Because I know you must have been like this
Before they made your world an ugly place.
And yet, here you are
In spite of them
In spite of the world,
Your soul a thing of beauty,
Like an injured butterfly
A damaged flower
Even more beautiful because its beauty survives...
Cannot be lessened by the pain.
You, who would question what others think of what you say,
Write words that lift my soul
Make me humble
Make me hopeful
Help me to understand that there is goodness in the world
And the chance of finding it makes all the more worthwhile the struggle of my soul to at last find peace.
I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.