I see you.
I see your beauty
and what is true.
Some days, I look
and what I see
is anxiety's stories
distracting me,
and my feelings
and fears cloud what is real.
Yet truth is not found
in what I feel.
Light enters in
through parts that are broken,
and darkness is held
with love that's unspoken.
Beauty, distorted,
though ugly it seems,
can show what needs healing
with golden seams.
Some days, I see it,
love's magic spell,
holding us, whispering:
"All will be well."