Beauty Within

Beauty Within

“Am I pretty?”
I ask sincerely.
“To me you are,”
she said dearly.

If only she’d lied
to the woman inside
who needed to shine
instead of to hide.

Tell her she is beautiful
and not because of duty.
The truth is all existence speaks
To God’s  idea of beauty.

Encourage her to see her worth
not measured by affections;
but rather know that every part
of her is pure perfection.

“Am I pretty?” whispers innocence.
(No way to hide behind pretense)
“Most lovely, perfect, gift sublime,”
replied her Mother just in time,
released the butterfly inside
where lowly caterpillars hide
in cocoons spun out of fear.

Cheryl KP
copyright photo and words.
2015