Beautiful

I live for those Saturday mornings

When I wake to a sleeping house and, for a moment,

I am the only person in the world,

When the sunlight caresses my face with warm fingers,

Loving me and no other

Because I am the only one to be seen.

For that moment, I am more than

Just another girl, just another lost soul

Searching for redemption in another’s arms.

For one shining moment, I am myself

without mask or disguise or preconceived notions.

For a moment, I am beautiful.