I see you. You with the kind heart and soft eyes. You with a past you still wear on your skin but that cannot hide the shape of your spirit within. You who lay in bed last night crying your burdens out after everyone was asleep, a testament to how deeply you feel in this world. You who hide your pain to keep your children safe in a world that often is not. You who love. You who despair. you who loaugh. You who hold on. You who hope. You who dream. You who survived to be here, alive in this moment. I see you and you are beautiful.