A/N: The word "beautiful" is considered by many to be a boring and typical adjective. I thought that was unfair to such a nice word, so I take its meaning to different demensions. When I call something beautiful I don't mean pretty or lovely. I mean something breathtaking, something radiating divinity and magnificence. I'm referring usually more to the emotional side of it than the physical one. This poem is a good example of my use of the word "beautiful". There is also an example in my other poem Courage (which happens to be among my personal favorites). When I describe myself as beautiful, I'm not telling you what a lovely and perfect person I am- I'm saying, not that I LOOK beautiful, but that I FEEL beautiful. And when you feel beautiful, it usually leaks out into looking, too. That's why I use the verb "be" and not "feel". Well, enough chitchat-

The Sound of my Own Footsteps

Setting off to find some answers
But there aren’t any anymore
But does it matter?
I just want to find some point in living
But just living is enough…
And as I seek my inner smile
To the sound of my own footsteps
I just know, I just know
I’d be beautiful
I want to shake my head
And let all the excess thoughts fly off
Like rain
I’m just laughing in the sunshine
And as I reach to put
My hands in my pockets
To the sound of my own footsteps
I just know, I just know
I could have been beautiful
There’s no point in regret
So let’s all just let go and dance
There’s no point in self-consciousness
So let’s just be who we are
Without worrying
And I know that I’m the only one
Who can be me
And as I search for the meaning of my inner soul
To the sound of my own footsteps
I just know, I just know
I can be beautiful
It’s such a beautiful world
If you choose to see it that way
Because it’s a mixture of so many different things
Dark and light and angry and sad
And so am I…
So as I sigh at the wind
Fingering my hair
To the sound of my own footsteps
I just know, I just know
I am beautiful