I am not beautiful.
I do not know what I am,
but I know it is not comparable to
the open night sky.
I am not beautiful and
do not tell me otherwise.
I have heard creatures sing to the earth,
play on ponds and blades of grass.
The wind whistles,
the heavens weep and
I watch the living pass.
I have sunk in the deepest oceans,
still you have not felt it free.
I have seen this beauty all around and
I know it is not in me.
I have felt the crushing weight
of a child gone too soon.
I have also metronomed a heart that has outlived all the room.
I saw the tears in her lover’s eyes as we agreed that life was through.
I watched these souls departing and
I know that it was true.
Do not tell me that I inspire
the roses parting bloom.
I know I am not beautiful and you
may fight it all you can.
Trust me and you will see,
you will know and understand.
I am not beautiful, still,
there is so much more to be.
The constant threat of beauty
is not held over me.