I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks.
I am bursting laughter and bruised hips.
I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles.
I am tormented memories and soft silk.
I am covered in anguish and measured lines.
I am tracing and repeating and inward mind.
I am troubled of spirit and a passionate desire.
But none of that matters.
Because, to you, and only you,
I am beautiful.
A pale blue star in a sky of bright lights.
You chose me.
And that is enough.
tara caribou | ©2020
Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.