Hidden Beauty (or, Someday My Prince Will Come?)

To truly possess

physical beauty

is indeed a

blessing from

up above.

but often the

winning hand

one’s dealt

stays hidden

in a glove.

Mirrors cannot

disclose the

truth to the

disenfranchised,

emotionally blind.

They see only

reflections of ugly

childhood hurts,

wrong and

so unkind.

For one to go

through life

unaware

is to be

sentenced

without a crime.

Be kissed awake

oh handsome 
prince,

before youth runs

out of time.

~gj duerrschmidt

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