There's a story unspoken,
Hushed like a secret not dared to be unraveled In fear of what it will unleash,
In fear if told it will move the greatest of mountains.
There is a story so stunning and strong
Like waves crashing against the cliff side
And winds blowing through the whistling branches on a winter morning.
It speaks of gold and butterflies,
Rainbows and clouds that dance across the sky. Because it speaks of a person so loving and beautiful.

But that beauty is forgotten,
Locked away like a prisoner in a cell,
Hidden in the darkness like lands when the sun falls and the clouds cover the stars and moon. The bars that cage it are that of harshness created by the hatred of one's self and from others,
Knocking it of its full potential,
it's ability to rule the world.

That story is you.
And your beauty resides within you.
You are the storms and sunshine,
Snowflakes and ice.
You are the moon when it is full
And the sun when it falls.
You are beauty, power and strength.
So, don't let your story go unspoken.