The Beauty of Being

Morning gives light to the sun.

Noon gives way to bloom.

Evening is drawing to night.

Night is darkness within the light of the moon and stars.

Midnight starts the cycle all over again.

All things being is uniquely justified.

Through the eyes of many but to the understanding of few.

Reflection of anticipation but patiently waiting.

Waiting to be loved, cared for, and adored.

Being is existing through abuse, misuse and misunderstandings.

While waiting to be and have more, but never standing still.

Moving towards your dreams and ideals.

Broken and beautifully unique.

The plague of a century of being, determining your own worth.

Although, you where told otherwise.

Those who were told or shown, you're worth more as child,

Often loses it as adults.

Those who were told or shown, you're worth as child,

Often gains it as an adult.

The fear of being what you were told as a child... good or bad.

Is what causes a beautiful plaque of uniqueness.

Amongst the sun, the stars and the moon.

Creatively and collectively... We bloom!

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