In the wind are the soft whispers to life, capturing it like a still picture, a rose petal falls into the rain drops and at that moment everything ever known to you changes.

Light not to bright but dark enough to tell my story, hidden somewhere in the darkness, I see beautiful but she is scared to come close, she will never know who she is until she lets go of the one thing she fears...

I touch her hand and feel the pulse of not knowing, knowing exactly who she is? So many names had been thrown at her while she was a little kid, growing up was not easy and now I understand why she did the things she did.

"Come out Beautiful and show who you are, wipe your face hold it high...you will see there is no reason to cry." I must admit, I have no clue of your life and what you have been through...

I do know that you are Beautiful and you have no reason to hide, the scars are gone, your heart has healed and the ugliness is no more trapped inside, inside of who you thought you were and reality has made you see, when you have no control and let emotions go, there is nothing just your empty face staring back at me.

You have to regain your strength and let the whole world know, even though they call you ugly, it's on the outside that shows but what you are feeling...we will never know?

I see you Beautiful on the inside...so pure, warm and full of love for Beautiful is who you are to me, created from the man above.

I know my words will never capture the depression felt within, sometimes the pain is felt to much...like fresh blood breaking through ruff skin...

Still the agony and frustration has got the best of you, until you learn to face the fears there's nothing left to say or do...

I want you to step outside yourself and see you for who you are...until that day, the story I tell will only be a mystery...with no face, no name, no place, or history and the woman I once called Beautiful, was never really ugly but what you had onced called pretty...judging on the outside of me...