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She Who Knew Her Worth

  • Writer: Kelly Holyoake
    Kelly Holyoake
  • Sep 4, 2024
  • 2 min read

She wasn’t beautiful 

because of the

long and gentle curve 

of her thighs


Her lochs of 

thick dark hair 

that amplified 

the depth of her eyes 


She wasn’t beautiful

because she lived her life

in service of others 


Had the fullest of lips

given to her by her mother 

That framed a voice

so deep and powerful 

it lured and soothed

the most overwhelmed souls 


She was beautiful because

she knew who she was 

It was as simple as that

There was nothing to hide 


She carried no judgement 

Not in her bones

She knew how to be her 

And to let others be 

Her freedom, her conviction 

Was where it lay 

A beauty so astounding

it took your breath away 


Her ability to see the beauty in others 

Was anchored in the simple act 

that she could first look within 

to see a beauty so deeply profound 

reflected back  


Just as she saw the oddities 

The quirks 

The insecurities that bred the hurt  


She knew like you 

She had these flaws

and so she smiled 

her most knowing grin

On her journey 

as she encountered them  


She knew she needed to grow 

For only the most ignorant 

Believed they didn’t 


She’d get there as surely as the river flowed 

There was no rush, she grew in the slow 


The harsh parts of her would sand away 

She’d change and morph as her soul

learnt the lessons 

Meant only for her 


The sky would open her, 

to the potential that lay within 

The sea would wash away the pain 

that occasionally threaten to swallow the sparkle 

The land would ground her in lessons of life 

Show her the value of that which didn’t shine 


Her freedom brought forth 

A wave of envy from those who were trapped

In self doubt, self hatred and loathing 

She had this confidence that couldn’t be rocked 

Because the undesirable bits

were given the same love as

the honourable and shiny bits above 


She held herself in an esteem so high 

Resolutely refusing to be put down 

By you or her or anyone else 


She was who she was and in that she walked 

The fiercest of walks 

with the sweetest of smiles 


You couldn’t ignore her 

And in you, you saw the power to come

You too would be fierce and all knowing one day 

Inspired by the beauty of she 

who first loved herself

 
 
 

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