Dearest Catherine:
Narrative Poem
Dearest Catherine
I feel that smile, form
Don’t let the lights in my eyes dim...
Let my youthful face,
drain with wrinkles—
Visit every floor,
in lives glass elevator
Undoubtedly yes—
Fear not,
my inner beauty is incomparable...
Afraid of my personalities Catherine wheel-
realness, rawness, messiness
owning my Achilles heel-
I look in the mirror,
staring back, unfiltered,
the most natural beauty
within me...
As a society,
we assign beauty,
to the most abstract of nouns...
Furlough,
hiding under my shadow
Be
free of contrarians,
allow my lips,
to speak, freely,
my heart, panders
bares witness-
I will,
love who I am,
I will find,
beauty within me.
Be
fearless, fearsome, fearfuller...
Be
one with self,
there is beauty authenticity...
Within every,
shape, form,
my body contends
In glass windows,
of my tarnished
Cathedral
living proof of life’s metaphors...
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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