Beautiful

May 17, 2015

From very deep crevices in the earth

This dust has formed my body

All 10 fingers

All 10 toes

And everything else in between

And maybe the fact

That I only come from the specs off the ground

Is the reason why I feel at times

That I am disintegrating

It is as if someone can kneel down and scoop up all of me

Like if I'm only a small handful on this earth

I am itty

With a wrenched heart

And sometimes I wish that I could float on the stars

Just so I could look down and see twinkling flaws

The earth

the sky

And the trees

Are all so beautiful

And I know that

Whatever is beautiful

Only gets it beauty when it grows

But At times

I do not feel beautiful

And I must remember that I am a part of this earth

and that I am made from the dust that forms it

And through all of the stillness

I have grown

And I have become the life that surrounds you

Beautiful

-m.c.-

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