The Beauty of the Beast

You’re beautiful. 

Look at you. 

You've been through every storm 

You’ve grabbed this cruel life by the horns 

Like that’s why you were born. 

Just look around.. 

Who’s like you? 

They wish they had your strength. 

You’ve suffered blows 

Some men can’t take 

With grace; and at long length. 

Your sorrow; worn with courage 

Like an elegant black dress, 

Though the color is of mourning 

Your style shows you are blessed. 

Your scars were earned with honor 

Worn like ornaments of joy 

They marvel at your fearlessness 

Your faith strong as alloy. 

If it takes a fit man to survive, 

Your muscles are of rock 

Your hurt did all but take you down 

And you absorbed the shock. 

Your mother watching over you 

Gave you this strength at birth 

Imagine how she smiles at you 

With endless joy and mirth.