Sometimes you cry. The world never knows. You do it alone in a room. Breathless tears that know no recourse. There is nobody there to console you. You choose it that way. That doing-it-alone part. You do it all. You have such purpose. Such drive and might. You’ve covered miles nobody has dreamed to travel. And you give when you can’t even imagine you’re giving a thing. You might not feel it. Yet you do it all the time. You’re golden light shining on wild horses, galloping in fields untouched by man. Free to run, to see how fast you can go, unburdened by any thoughts. It’s those thoughts that build the fences. No fences today. You’re happiness that others feel that comes from knowing you are here. You’re so deeply loved there are those who would take on your pain as their own to free you of it without your even asking. Without your even knowing. And carry it as their own. And never utter a word. If that could be done. You’re loved in that way. All the time. You do your crying behind closed doors. But someone will sit by the closed door quietly without your knowing, for fear of embarrassing, and wait. Just to know you are okay. Then quietly slip away at the sound of footsteps. You may have never heard a sound, but maybe you feel a hug come over in the heavy air about you. It’s no accident you are loved in that way. Because you are the love. You’re beautiful. All the time. Always. You’re never not beautiful. Never. That face of yours. In all its incarnations. That smile! When it arrives, a heart bursts, and color-filled petals explode everywhere, pollinating a sun-blessed world. So much of light and newness is birthed into the world with every smile of yours. Who could be needed more than you? You show what’s real. Falseness falls away, and a slate is cleared. It’s clean. You do that. Somebody sees your colors on canvas, and a life begins. You’re an empress that way, always giving birth. To all sorts of things and ideas and hopes. It’s in the air with you. Place-of-residence moves from head to heart, soundly. You’re loved so dearly. You’re beautiful in your pain. You’re beautiful in your glory. You’re the beauty. That lights a way for others even when you feel dark inside. If nobody said it today, thank you. It’s never lost on me how beautiful you are. And just how deep it goes. ❤️