I see people giving in
to the bitterness of society
because they do not want to be like us
they do not want to feel.
they strip themselves from full emotion
and any abnormality
making them all the same.
when I see these people
I finally see
my value
my purpose
my worth,
my importance.
and how silly I have been
in denying their existence
when all this time
they have been standing right in front of me
waiting to be seen.

this is when my soul smiles

when I wonder towards a life that does not threaten me,
when I promise freedom and hope that I will give them a home next to my heart,
when I surrender to peace ,
when I rid the nightmares that taunt my sleep,
when I break through the lock that has chained my being,

somebody dark and empty
stops following me

human beings are
fragile creatures
with needy desires
and foolish emotions
like love

oh how the flowers planted
within her heart
will be transformed into
gardens
and gardens
of beauty
to be
embedded
in her
soul
forever

this is not a love poem
this is a poem about you
you and only you
your reflection creates
a portrait of beauty

this is not a love poem
this is a poem about the self
do not ever neglect it
you will need it back one day

this is not a love poem
this is a poem about me
loving you

all of you

do not let the
world make you
bitter

and do not be
bitter towards
the world

for you are a
fragment of its
home

[and your existence is magic]