SometimesSometimes I am beautiful,Sometimes by RivenRaven
love shines out of my eyes and my smile lights a room.
Sometimes I am smart,
synapses firing and flexing to each other as I think at the speed of light
a soul, on fire.
Sometimes I am happy,
raw joy is excreted by my pores and I am ablaze with wonder at the beauty of it all, even the sad.
Sometimes I am a wonderful mother,
patience and wholeness allows me to be ... the me.. I want to be.
I am able to see the world with a heart that is not tired and recognize that my pain will dim that light in her, if I do not tread kindly, ....lightly.
Sometimes I am strong, and recognize that I have always been,
I see that I have always known somewhere deep inside of me, where almost no one ever sees, that I can get through anything. Anything.
oh, but please, don't test me.
Sometimes I am awake,
and I see that I am amazing, and everyone else, is glorious too.
Grey bodies inconspicuously smuggling shining bright stars.
Sometimes I am connected,
and I know I am not alone....