even if you won’t believe it
when you open your eyes and you want to die
you stand and prepare yourself for the day
because even when you stand
you do not drown yourself
because even when you hold the piece of metal in your hand
that glints and winks at you like a cat’s eye
but you are magnificent because
you are so much more than flesh and bone
the carbon in your bones is proof of this
because when you go to sleep your bones
cradle all that broken scarred flesh
and you want to know what makes up those bones?
timeless things from the outer reaches of the universe
that cling to your fingers after you dip them in the ocean
every living breathing being singing and praising because
against all odds everything about you exists
against all odds everything in the universe
just right for you to take your first breath one day
so that you could change this crazy
but you are magnificent because
there are oceans and oceans of light in your mind
things that escape through your mouth
in class discussions and when your lips hang open slightly
there is such beauty in the breaths you take
and you are magnificent because
even in this you make yourself magnificent
everything in your mind is formed on your own
every memory that you wish had never ever happened
every story you will tell
every potential child within you
every neuron that fires every other second
and with every expansion of your chest you are breathing out
but you are magnificent because
every time your heart breaks
another brush stroke is added to the canvas of your life
abstract paint splatter of blood red and every hue in the colour of your eyes (yes, they are beautiful) is added
and nothing is wrong with that unless you choose to find something wrong with this particular work of art
i suppose it’s true what people say about art
it is a subjective expression of ourselves
but you and your life and the gardens in your eyelashes and stones rubbed smooth by the current of a river
there is nothing subjective about that because no matter what you say about the colour of a sunset there is always someone somewhere that will say it’s the most beautiful thin they’ve ever seen
every time the words ‘i’ and ‘hate’ form in your mind
and those words are in regards to yourself
crush them between the mountains of your cheekbones because rememer
whether you take to religion or not
and your mother did not conceal you and then finally birth you after nine months just to say “i cannot love this”
because that is not the way life works
you are magnificent because you are
and nothing in the world, no bully, no hateful abusive apathetic parent or friends prone to desertion or teachers that tell you that this grade or that project was not good enough, nothing should be able to tell you that you are not enough for anyone but yourself and yourself, you can change and if
others tie you down, then let go of them because that is something that you don’t need and the only thing you can change in life is yourself
you are beautiful and you don’t have to be smart to understand that
there is not a number on the scale
that will tell you this better than you will when you look at waterfalls
i always look at at waterfalls and yes i do think that they are “magnificent”
carved through stone and grass and clay and thousand foot drops by sheer force of will to be what they are
and what they are is magnificent
and in a way they are a lot like us because before people realize our magnificence (it is always there beneath the dirtied surface of your flesh, coated in rain drops and mud and last night’s smoke) we have to work through immovable things
and it’s not to say that they odds aren’t in your favour
but there is work involved in becoming the person you want to be
just know that whoever that person happens to be