Buried Treasure
Dormant beneath a surface that lies;
Hidden to none, except your own eyes.
The mirror shows it everyday;
A gemstone in Heaven, God’s moulded clay.
A smile, stained by sundrops of gold;
Eyes are the windows of a soul not too old.
Lines upon cheeks for each story heard or told;
And a manner that stands and screams: “I am bold”.
Unfold your tears for not seeing the truth;
Beauty’s not age, and beauty’s not youth.
A light is agleam inside all that you see;
A light is agleam inside you, and in me.
Do not negate your unique design;
Whether you’re small, or have curves that intertwine.
Thin as a rake;
Or muscles that are fake;
A bubble-wrapped face;
Or a porcelain grace.
Acknowledge the diamond that is your soul;
And the colours that lash out beyond your control.
See the landscapes inside your heart;
And acknowledge your body, it’s make-up, each part.
When searching for treasure, He found a tribe at peace;
“Where is the gold?”, he asked the King’s niece;
She lead him to a cove that was partly concealed;
And beside a pool of water, she gently kneeled…
Copyright © Faaiqah Abader | Year Posted 2013
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