You are not a weight, or the color of your hair.

You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks.

You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak.

You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide.

You're the sweetness in you laughter, and every tear you've cried.

You're the songs you sing so loudly when you know you're all alone.

You're the places that you've been to, and the one you call your home.

You're the things that you believe in, and the people that you love.

You're he photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of.

You're made of so much beauty, but it seems that you've forgot...

When you decided you were defined, by all the things you're not.

- e.h.

Did you need to hear that? I thought so. And on that note, a good night to you all.

xx

Sharon