You Never Cease to Tell Me

"This world is passing me
faster than I know.
These moments I justify
through my little window.
I put on my rags
I pretend they are riches.
I let myself bend
when I know I need stitches.
With all my catastrophes,
weaknesses, and humilities
you never cease to tell me
you never cease to say
"Your beautiful my lovely,
your precious anyway."

Casualties of conformitys,
swallows what I fear to be.
Standing still I raise to thee
the candle I've been given.
As paralyzed as stuck can be
brightness shines past all of me
no bigger than before
but changed, renewed, restored.
My vision may not ever be
perfect when it comes to me.
With all my catastrophes,
weaknesses, and humilities
you never cease to tell me,
you never cease to say,
"Your beautiful my lovely
your precious anyway." "
by: Danielle Clugston
© Copyright, 2006