All of these faces.
All of the lives around me.
Each holding a different story.
A collection of moments;
Strengths,
Weaknesses,
Triumphs,
And Failures.
All clasped delicately together
With one thing in common,
An unknown future.
All of these people
with  secret struggles,
violent pains,
or uncontainable joy,
Each with a past,
And each with a future.
Not one person
Knows what their future holds,
But no matter who they are,
There is only One
Who holds their future.

All I wish for
Is to be called beautiful.
To hear those rare words
Pass into my ears
And sink into my soul.
I yearn for the sound
Of those words
Because maybe
If I hear them
I may be convinced.