My Beautiful Story
This story began as a sensation in
the center of your heart that
It moved slowly, through heartbreak
on hotel floors, to sensitive
moments around people
who didn’t care about
an ultimate question.
Some told you to give up;
others said it was impossible.
You thought, “There is
something more—there has to be.
When this thought was set free by
its maker, the floor beneath you embraced
the shock of your seeing it, and the
color of your eyes transformed to honor a vision that blinded
The people around you started noticing something different.
You cannot go back now.
That’s not how magic works.