By meral akbulut

Normal Beauty

Normal Beauty

By Heather Elizabeth Warren

Seeing your faces

across the table

the sun shining in from

behind

 

we are safe.

we are alive.

we are smiling.

 

my heart can breathe

with normal conversations

 

who knew petty arguments

about special diets

would be such a touching

reprieve

 

hearing your wishes

are to seek

gentle love

moves the hearts of

mourning doves

and

opens the Universe

to a thousand joyful praises

 

Gentle love is

what we’ve always

deserved

 

instead we got the brash

and harsh

kind

 

Normal.

Life might go

back to

Normal.

 

Where we can look at each other

in awe

of the many layers

to our beauty

 

free from the shadows

of threat

behind us

 


Photo By Meral Akbulut

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