Inner Beauty

I may not be a vision of human perfection, nor someone you desire. But I am a unique creation, a vision of my own. A beating heart lay in my chest. One with love, compassion and respect coursing through me with each beat of my heart. My body is my temple, even though it’s not near as perfect as those of fashion models or playboy centrefolds. It is mine, a part of me. It is who I am. Of whom I once was and now came to be. I have my own feelings that you seem to like to walk over. Carelessly going about your own way. Blind-sided by the surface beauty, that like time, does fade like all else. And she will end up just like me. While you look past my inner beauty and fail to see. Who I am and what I can be.