Our unique physical shells?
Can be our own personal hells?
When we let the perceptions of others?
Over ride our own wise inner druthers??
And we cater to their perspectives?
Forgetting our own objectives??
Being blind to our true inherent beauty?
And neglecting our purpose and duty??
Or reasons that we chose our shells ?
To experience all within these cells??
Including the ability to see beyond?
The temporals of worldly brawn??
So please remember this truth?
We are more than this physical booth??
Let not the opinions of another?
Be the cause of our souls smother??
Or prevent us from living our life?
To our soul’s wondrous learning delight??
So please be kind to our precious selves?
And see the grandeur inside exterior shells??
Encased within all are chosen temporal cloaks?
Magnificently created by the Master’s strokes.
Thanks for reading, hugs,
Gisl
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Really good poetry. I thought that this post won’t have much but when i read the full the words touched my heart..