From Throne To Crown

This poem is written in a way where each person can find their own meaning within the stanzas and hopefully you can find where the crown sits best.

Toes, scarred from the slammed doors of the past.

Nails, rigid from digging them, further into the ground, just to feel stable,

Feet, burdened with those heels you walk in, but what a throne coined with the jewels of your...

Cheeks, paled with first glance but watch as they grow warm to rubies, your crown placed upon you by the sky, how fitting because your mind is a vast universe with legs that scale to the ends of the Milky Way.

Muscles, tightened from the walk that never reaches home

Thighs, filled with the times you've fallen behind, where the place you were before, still seems familiar.

Hips wide, filled with attempts to fit in those jeans, reflected by the glances of men as you walk by.

Shoulders, aligned with that smile, raised to brush the depths of heaven

Arms, weighed down by the troubles of yesterday, but not yet broken, because of the opportunity tomorrow may bring

Fingertips, elongated in an attempt to reach the canvas of my heart,

Wrists, written with the beauty you don't feel, covered with the scripture of insecurities

Lips, glossed with the hymns of temptation

Eyes, enchanted with the promise of fallen stars

Hair fumed with the blossom of spring roses,

Praised by the thickness of winter,

Highlights ablaze by the rays of summer

And colored with the essence of fall