Tuesday, September 4, 2012

To My Beautiful


This is a poem I wrote for a friend of mine, but I hope it is something that can encourage all of you as well.

To my Beautiful
by Anne Marie Caughell

You capture all
You enrapture all
You are beauty.

All eyes watch beauty
as she walks by.
She walks by, blind
to those who see her best -
seeing only what she can’t find.
but you are beauty.

Hold your wounds,
Question your tears
as though they don’t belong.
And stare, at the barren
crevices in your portrait.
You don’t understand.
You are beauty.

Beauty is the sunset.
Beauty is gold.
Beauty is a songbird.
Beauty is a shooting star.
Beauty is a diamond.
Beauty is a forest of towering trees.
You are beauty.

But to dazzle the world with a sparkling sunset,
The sun must first abdicate her throne.
For she cannot weave such brilliant threads into her
tapestry from so lofty a position.
But a sunset is beautiful.
You are beauty.

Gold must burn,
over, again, more,
until purity shines through the flames.
But gold is beautiful.
You are beauty.

And a little songbird spreads joy throughout
the silent countryside.
but fledglings master falling,
then...soar.
But a songbird is beautiful.
You are beauty.

Even a shooting star,
to grant some child’s wish,
must leave his peers for an uncharted course,
knowing he will die.
But a shooting star is beautiful.
You are beauty.

Then a diamond, uniting loving hearts,
must be cut, chipped, bled,
until it no longer seems rough and crude.
But a diamond is beautiful.
You are beauty.

So the breathtaking wooden giants,
with all their upright majesty,
will never reach such regal heights
unless a seed surrenders its form to be buried
in the cold, dark earth.
But a forest is beautiful.
You are beauty.

My precious one,
beauty can never be beautiful
without pain or loss.
And true beauty is
     ever changing,
ever growing,
   ever deepening
        never the same.

So you too must change
grow
deepen
and will become more beautiful.
For you are beauty.

Now you know why,
there’s no need to ask.
Treasure each tear,
Cherish each empty piece of your portrait.
and give thanks for each heartbreak
For this means that
You are beauty.