You ARE
A necessary confession
You ARE beautiful
.
Last night we were by the nightingales
The air was a bit stale
But I overheard you say something I could not take
I threw my hands to my head and kindled the resolve
.
Looking in your direction from afar, I watched you animated
.
Laughing, speaking, not at me though
.
And, I, preoccupied, with a band of my own, made a mark in my mind to revisit you first thing later
.
The tree hung low over me, a very welcome canopy
You know I like trees
You know I can always be found by them
.
If I tarry, don't wait for me
Be happy, be busy, be free
.
But as soon as I escape the tree and the chatter
.
I'm finding you.
.
I know where I can always find you too
.
Don't think I can let this go
It'll haunt me to and fro
It's clanging to my ears
The highest of offenses
My sacred heart's pain
.
There is too much chatter around me
I've got you on my mind
I'll pretend I'm fully here for the time being
.
But don't let it weigh you
The thoughts that choke you
Hold on, princess, I'm coming to save you
.
I'm glad I took my sword
My eyes are fierce towards you
.
I'll make them sorry they ever looked your way!
Who told you you were not beautiful?
Who told you you were not worthy?
.
I realize I'm still under this tree
Many people I do not know around me
.
"Excuse me something urgent came up"
I say busting through the group
.
You're still there and see me approaching
I can see what you ignore, the darkness encroaching
But your eyes are like two lanterns
I see them crystal clear
I grab your little hand
Pull you away from where you too would rather not be
I take you away and we head over to...another tree
.
Sitting us down,
I feel the shame and regret before you even speak; I smile kindly before your vision
Don't let your lips tremble like that,
I completely understand
"Baby, why do you weep?"
.
Can't get the words out?
.
I'm facing you, as square as I can be, there's an urgent message I need to make sure you receive
.
Under the moonlit green
Under heaven's view
Within ear span of the nightingales
Before saints and angels
.
I take your face and declare to you
.
"You ARE beautiful"
About the Creator
Victoria Yadira
I am a fire poet
(subconsciously) I desire to start a fire in hearts, revive childlike dreaming & restore faith by creating and carrying you off to beautiful or at least contemplative spaces- where I share all this love and bliss within

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