I am a twig trapped beneath a sheet of ice
My path to freedom, translucent
Forced to wait;
To feel the warmth in spring’s finger tips
Instead of cracking free on my own
Trapped I am; my strength frozen
All I can do is wait
Your beauty is different than most, as it starts from inside but leaks out through your eyes. It’s like a glimpse of your soul is peeking out through your smile; creating the most beautiful kind of beautiful.