What if
a flower wants to be
a butterfly
flying free with
both its wings?
And what if
a butterfly
wants to be a flower
sitting still
with the petals in glee?
What if the sun
wanted to be
the moon
lighting the dark
of others' days?
And what if the moon
wanted to be the sun
painted with colours
on its rise
and fall?
What if the trees
have dreamed
of becoming birds
reaching the limits
of the sky beyond?
And what if
the birds
wanted to be
as strong and sturdy
as a tree?
What if the clouds
have wanted
to be shining
like the stars,
and the stars,
wanted to be the clouds
releasing the rain
of someone's tears
on their darkest hours?
What if you wanted to be
someone else
because you thought that was
the definition of beauty?
And what if that someone else
wanted to be
exactly
who you are?
Yes, you.
You are beautiful.
All those things?
They are magnificent.
They need not be the way others are.
The moon already is beautiful in its own way,
It does not need to be the sun.
The clouds are lovely for the way it is.
But sometimes,
Insecurity gets in the way.
Love, we are created all humans,
but we all possess our own personalities,
our own gardens.
We plant our own flowers,
and we paint them with our own colours.
You don't need plastic to feel beautiful.
You just have to be you.
Look insecurities in the eyes and say
"I love the way I am."
No matter what
Never forget that,
YOU are beautiful.
YOU are unique.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38
