Beauty
This is beauty. The sun all up
and bright. Need no more.
The plethora of green. The wind so
sweet. On the road
I go. Up and away. The path
so unknown . The Lily pads
pave the way. I am true. Not a facade
anymore. Shattering layer by
layer. The ruse put down. Just me and
my mind. It has stopped now. Not
a blurry confusion. All thoughts contained. The realisation
finally set in. I can conquer it now.
This is beauty. A clear path. With
music playing. Just me and
my heart. It beats according to
me not the devil
inside. For once I'm not
doubting. Maybe it's the magic
of the valley. Maybe I'm just
me now. Whatever it is
I'm beauty now
Copyright © Ananya Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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