On the inside I am sitting on a large boulder
On top of a mountain singing
To the music of the sunset
As I play my guitar.
The breeze gently lifts
My dark waist length hair,
And silver bracelets are sliding
Up my slender left arm, as I find the chords.
The long skirt I wear is colorful
And comfortable, it brushes against
The bracelet on my ankle, and the setting sun
Glints on the crystal toe ring on my right fourth toe.
On the inside I smell like warm
Summer sunlight and Patchouli flowers.
I am wise and have great spiritual knowledge.
I give good advice.
Of course no one sees this inside.
My outer surface is very different
And I appear to be a woman of a certain age
Having a weight problem.
On the inside I rise above this
Unfortunate circumstance
And listen to the music
Playing in my heart.
©September 29, 2013
Diane E. Dockum

We see your beauty on the outside, even if it does not match the picture you described. I love this poem.