Becoming

Sometimes the hurt takes time to heal;
These wounds are deep, their pain so real.
The judgements bring your heart great pain;
The tears you shed like torrential rain.
I know for I have shed them too,
Not just for me; I cry for you.
So many focus on their shell;
Each creating their own hell.
Not all can look like superstars
Yet all shine bright just as they are.
To those whose lives seem cold and grey,
I wish you all a happy day;
Born not of status based on wealth
Nor shallow masks that hide the self.
Indeed I wish you all the sight
To look within and find your light.
Shine it forth, stand proud and true;
For beauty is unique like you.
© Sandra A. Beal
18th November, 2017