It's the first completed creative impulse I've had since beginning my anti anxiety med's.
So here they are. Enjoy.

I have yet to see
Beauty’s full face
A sneak, a peak
Is all I’ve been graced
Her silence is precious
Like oxygen to air
Her smallest sound
Is beyond compare
The atmosphere loves her
And shimmers with pleasure
Just for the privilege
Of being around her
Pearls appear as if
Out of no where
Adorning sun, spun
Golden strands of hair
Scent of apples
Ripple the airs surface
Her laughter showers
Those who’re not impervious
With visions of voice
And images of harmony
Of multitudinous hues
And infinite varieties
She fills to overflowing
For that is her nature
Boundless Beauty knows
No barriers.
With Leonine stealth
She plots her course
To distribute her wealth
If need be, by force.
For all of her charm
And all of her light
Beauty is as much Beast
Lillith
Lillith scorned Beauty,
And bet the same for me.
She spun ‘round her words with lies,
To ensnare the numb and innocent.
She plucked the stars from the skies,
And called them deficient.
She took me far from love’s embrace,
To lead me through darkness.
She showed me a gaping hole,
And asked for me to fill it.
I lowered gently in,
Her ashes in containment.
Lillith scorned Beauty,
Who came in search of me.
Lighting Lillith’s shadow,
~o~
-poem and illustration ("The Smouldering", Marker and Ink) also by me.


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