how beautiful they say
looking at outward weather
and the glistening plains
softened as if in a winter watercolour
laid, almost entirely tor rest
but it is so also within my mind
where beauty is always snowing
and sudden drifts disperse
new facets of wonderfulness
about my mind they do not know this
interior beauty
but think because I am quiet
there is some disease.
they question why
I feel unease around them
it is because they do not see
the beauitful the beautiful snows
coming down perpetually
in my soul
but think
oh.
she is unwhole
to see
what others do not.
mary angela douglas 17 january 2018
looking at outward weather
and the glistening plains
softened as if in a winter watercolour
laid, almost entirely tor rest
but it is so also within my mind
where beauty is always snowing
and sudden drifts disperse
new facets of wonderfulness
about my mind they do not know this
interior beauty
but think because I am quiet
there is some disease.
they question why
I feel unease around them
it is because they do not see
the beauitful the beautiful snows
coming down perpetually
in my soul
but think
oh.
she is unwhole
to see
what others do not.
mary angela douglas 17 january 2018
