it is beautiful

Beautiful Two

By: the iHope Poet

She did not feel the tears she let

slip freely down her cheeks;

And that is when her mother saw

her baby girl was weak.

I watched as two entwined in one,

as comfort healed the pain.

I saw how beautiful it was,

those two could love that way.

He doesn't let his family see

as trials take their toll.

His heart is breaking achingly

for grandma, frail and old.

I watched while even my own eyes

were wet with recent tears,

how beautiful my father is

as he fights back his fears.

We do not always recognize

when wounds still hold us back,

and even when we do, perhaps

we don't know how to ask.

How beautiful it is that there

are people all around, the friends

within our fam'lies who will hold us

when we're down.

There's beauty in the way we reach,

the way we seek to cure.

There's godliness in every hand

that lifts another's burden.

How perfect when I see the strength

of those who stand alone,

and what beauty found in moments when

the weak are wrapped in love.

via

to bleed or to scar

Seared
By: the iHope Poet

it's a brutal pain; the one that reminds you of what you've become.
Or rather, what you once were before you were seared
with the scar.
And the pain, like a cleanser, eliminates all fear;
putting in place of your doubts, only knowledge, only growth.
it's brutal because it is deep.
it's cleansing because it is pure.
it's important
because this is you.

And you have been seared to the core.

me