
You only think you’re not beautiful because you can’t see
all of the things that illuminate your beauty.
You don’t see the way your eyes glimmer and shine
when you talk about song and dance, or
the way you love how the leaves shift from orange to red, or how the sun winks at you through the clouds.
You can’t see the way your smile lights up your face when you laugh.
You never notice how precious you are when your eyelids dip from exhaustion,
or pay attention to how your excitement towards the most juvenile things
makes everyone else around you happy as well.
You have so much beauty in everything you do and say.
If only there were a way to rip you from your own body
just to show you the light you create through the cave you live in.


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