The Inner Light I Glimpse

 

Beneath the surface, soft and deep,
A quiet strength, a grace they keep,
A light that glows, not loud, but true,
The inner beauty shining through.

In tender hearts, where courage grows,
In whispered dreams that no one knows,
A well of kindness, fierce and free,
A boundless, hidden galaxy.

Through every storm, they rise, they mend,
A silent force that won’t descend,
With empathy, they weave the day,
Their spirit guides in every way.

A symbol glows, a circle bright,
With rays above, a crown of light,
Unique to each, its form does bend,
Their inner spark, a tale to send.

Some bear the mark with lines that soar,
Like wings of hope, they seek to explore,
Others with curves, a softer trace,
Reflecting peace in their embrace.

For every woman, a story told,
In shades of fire, in hues of gold,
The symbol shifts, yet holds the same,
A testament to their sacred flame.

I stand as one who cannot know,
The depths where women’s spirits grow,
Their inner light, a sacred flame,
A beauty I can’t fully name.

Who am I to claim their glow?
A man, I stand, with much to owe,
I glimpse their spark, their boundless sea,
And bow to beauty I can’t be.

Through ages past, their voices sing,
A melody of everything,
From mother’s laugh to warrior’s cry,
Their beauty echoes, never shy.

In every land, in every time,
Their spirits dance, their hearts align,
A sisterhood, both vast and wide,
With inner light as their guide.

Yet in my gaze, I hope to show,
Respect for all I’ll never know,
For women’s light, so vast, so free,
Illuminates the world for me.

Not in the mirror’s fleeting gleam,
But in the soul’s unbroken stream,
Their beauty lies, eternal, vast,
A present forged from every past.

So look beyond the skin, the frame,
To where the heart calls out its name,
For there, in women, pure and whole,
Lives beauty born within the soul.