by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
One night
in happenstance
I stumbled upon
the key
and found the lock
by chance.
Such beauty.
Ornate. Exquisite.
Ancient.
Profound--the entails.
Produced in me
joy in abounds.
The treasure stored
inside the trunk
to many, I suppose,
considered as junk.
Yet I donned these
tattered ruined threads
and felt regal;
Not my usual
tired self
instead.
I stood before a wavy mirror
in awe;
Could that lovely vision be me?
Entralled,
I pranced and curtsied
then danced. Inside my head
a waltz enhanced
this beautiful dream
of me--a queen.
In envy
bees dripping honey
extreme
as I caught the fancy
of the eye of
My King
downstairs now
with a beer
on his throne.
My darling
asleep. And me
again
alone.
So a goal
from this night forward:
keep this image
Close
to heart and clear
in mind.
For self-worth
is a true beauty.
More valued in
than out--
This Gem
some times
hard to find.
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