Your Beautiful Spirit

Have you ever looked upon yourself proudly
Like maybe your parents would have done it to you sometime?
Have you ever admired yourself, look yourself in the eye
Like you remember your childhood lover doing it to you in those times?
Have you ever looked as fresh as a morning dew
As blossoming as a flower
As bright as the full moon
As resourceful as the sun
As expressive as the ocean in its high tide
As excited as the chirruping birds?
Have you ever compared your mood swings to the waning or waxing moon
Looked into your darkness like you look into the night sky
And find the stars?
Have you ever traveled light years ahead in your thoughts?
Have you ever gone back in time
And hugged your younger self tight
Remembering the days when you had needed it the most and nobody was around?
Have you ever stayed as loyal to yourself as to your friends whom you had promised a drink party after a movie night?
Have you ever run fast enough to catch yourself from losing a part of you for the sake of some other person?
Have you ever convinced yourself into understanding what is right for you like you do to your best friend?
Have you hugged yourself, kissed your hand, and looked yourself in the eye to tell
That you are just as beautiful as any terrific thing you have ever seen or known?
As beautiful as you were when you were born.
When you didn't care about how you look, what you wear, or if you are carrying any scar of birth mark.
Did you not see how bravely you came out into this world
Which you now judge to be full of bad people and evil things,
Do you remember how it felt when you were first able to look around
And see the birds, the plants, the sunshine refracting through the window in myriad hues?
Do you remember the soft touch of that comfortable pillow beneath your head, and the touch of graceful, most beautiful hand in the world — on your forehead
Cradling you to sleep
With a soft humming melody
Of the voice you had felt deep down into each vein and every artery coming in and going out of your heart?
Do you remember the first time you ever felt your own heartbeat, counted your own pulse
Looked at your own smile, for the first time in the mirror? And then smiled at yourself back again?
Do you not see and remember all these while looking at your own reflection?
How often do you forget how wonderful you are?
How graceful you are?
And how more loving you can be?