its cold outside. and theres a slight breeze.
i cant find her. shes not here. where did she go?
why did she hide today?
i remember her yesterday so vividly. she was so bright, lighting up everything around her.
i smiled at her although she couldnt see me.
i told her she was beautiful although she couldnt hear me.
i called out to her and she still hid.
why do you hide today? what is it that you fear? i am here.
to admire you and tell you a million times how you are a blessing to this world.
to admire every single bit of you, at your fullest and thinnest.
to admire the hard work you repeatedly do.
the most beautiful thing about you in my eyes, is how you, even on the darkest of nights shine bright and radiant.
you illuminate the world with beauty and light.
lighting the path for those that cant yet see. to those who are blind to your beauty.
YOU ARE READING
missed the moon and stars.
Poetrya poetry book about the countless struggles and little moments of happiness i have had here and there. tw// suicide, overdose, self-harm, abuse, mental illness.
