This is the Beauty: A Poem
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This is the Beauty: A Poem by Dalma T Perkins “You are different,” they exclaimed.

This is the Beauty: A Poem

This is the Beauty: A Poem by Dalma T Perkins

“You are different,” they exclaimed.

Unique, odd, black sheep and other

names.

Creative, visionary and exotically

maintained.

Most saw sickly, small and afraid,

while were even bothered to

witness or entertain.

Only few saw potential, gain and

abstain.

This is the beauty of being a soul

unclaimed.

Collages, writing, designing and

Thinking in spades.

No one knew that psionics was

An effort and then an escape

Mostly what was saw was a day-

Dreamer and flake.

Nothing was heeded and nothing

Was obtained.

This is the beauty of being a

child rarely claimed.

Sights and voices, conversations

And bolstering.

Don’t encourage. Don’t acknowledge

her.

Something special. Something meek.

Something beyond what most seek.

Laughing and attacking what is

misunderstood, makes for a formula

Of lacking self-worth.

This is the beauty of neglecting the

gifted and the blessed.

As time gains momentum, the facts

come into play. Now, this beauty

is all but untamed.

Allowing abuses, tragedies and all

the worse things.

Escaping to places made up in her

head, offering nurturing never

found there.

It’s too late. It’s too late.

She is beyond our help, she is

forsake.

Nevermind that she is still a child.

Nevermind that she is still on trial.

This is the beauty of being abandon.

In comes those that have traveled from

far.

In comes those that have taken on,

applied and mystified a heart.

Teachers, guides and companions.

Taking place of those that don’t ever

have the time.

Speaking, teaching and occupying.

Time and space with divine grace.

Expecting nothing but shared space.

This is the beauty of being uncommon.

Times are different. Times are not

nor great.

But times are much more meaningful

and geared to appreciate.

She is an adult, with difficulties and

mandates.

Living with her form of exclusive and

at peace wake.

She ventures further from her minds

playgrounds, in hope, to find a life

defined.

Walking in light of something greater

then her mind.

Walking in higher self-compromise.

She has much to live and grow.

No denials.

This is the beauty of being of faithful

calling.

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