Poetry: “Insecure Beauty”

Insecure Beauty          by: Rose Clifford

Under the layers of her insecurities,

I wonder what remains to be found?

Maybe a mind sprounting peonies,

And eyes seeing only in gold.

Ears that hear words only as hymns,

And walks leaving marks as if going through snow.

Hopefully, one day she will let it all show.

 

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