A Fountain

A laugh instead of a cry.

A joke when asking for help.

Through years of learning to distract and not expose.

But there is a lesson you may have missed-

A lesson on the light that shines,

Through every crack of pain.

There is a well inside of you.

A deep abyss of swelling emotion.

Carved inside a professional.

With a knack for concealing it all.

But don’t you see, as some of us do,

There is a beauty in your burden.

At the crossroads of strength and tenderness,

You are a mixture of love and fury.

You want to spit fire but only produce air.

With fortitude in every muscle, But innocence in every bone.

There is a fountain, Moving water, A yearning to be loved.

When you have such a vast ability, To truly quench yourself.

But you continue loving others,

And pray for a return.

An ability to feel an endless pain.

But knowing this truth, it makes you complete.

It is just a piece, a small portion of your entirety.

It colors you imperfect, messy, asymmetric.

These are qualities that you are finally starting to see.

Are the essence of true beauty.

And this, finally, I urge you to consider;

You are divinely perfect in all your imperfections.

An unwavering sense of home to many.

An energy capable of welcoming the lonely,

And a power to love the ones overlooked.

Only a few can truly understand,

Only the lucky may encounter,

The true depths of you.

There is a valley of your complexities.

A universe inside your heart.

These are the most beautiful parts of you.

And yet you shield the most tender.

Not knowing they are the most incredible.