Feb. 13, 2021,
You say I’m a classic belle.
You have no idea
how badly I wanted to hear that.
An affirmation that I am not the mess
I perceive myself to be
That I could be beautiful
Foreign music to my ears.
When seawater rises to meet the heavens,
the Earth’s orbit changes course.
Yet, with revelation comes fear.
Fear of upsetting the image I unintentionally conjured
Fear that perhaps I don’t measure up to perception
Fear that I am not who I seem.
When the world changes course,
the moon crashes into the stars.