Beauty Underneath

There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow

Underneath my matt of hair and freckles

There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts

Seeing past my unsureness and doubt

There is wit in the wake of my sorrow 

There are dreams in the wake of dispair

For beauty is hidden in hope and hope is always there.

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