The forgotten self, a junkie, binging words from Trusted faces. Twisting pretzels made of sand from their muddled, filtered places. Words in strings, tying Beauty to the nails in her hands. Take your Happy from her clutches, give her Confidence to stand. She’s Safe inside your feathers, cozy bed, Imagined flight. Optimistically you soothe her, mother morning, noon and night.
Beauty Happy Confidence Optimism Imagine Safe Trust
