Your denial
Is infuriating.
You refuse to see
Even when everyone else does
You're pretty.
And "pretty" isn't even the right word
A shirt can be pretty
A house can be pretty
A bowl can be pretty.
You're not pretty.
You're beautiful.
Like a bird in flight
The first bloom of spring
The sunset after a perfect day
Or the eternally surging ocean.
Open your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Sand
PuisiJust a poem about stuff...Living life as we're called to and Randomness and live and beauty etc.
