Sometimes I Feel Pretty

Sometimes, I still stare up at the sky
and bring myself back to that place on the swings,
where I believed magic could happen.
Those stars gazed down at me,
left me alone when they hid behind the clouds,
but I knew, deep inside, that they were always there.

Sometimes, I know I'm happy,
knowing that the sun basks me with its warmth,
keeps me safe
and blankets me with golden fleece.
It lightens up my room with those rays,
adding a seed of wonder in my mornings.

Sometimes, I feel pretty
with no makeup and hair crazy.
Because I know it's me and
no one else.
I'm not pretending.
I wouldn't trade myself
for anyone in the world.

Sometimes, I look at the world,
seeing the smallest joys and the biggest blunders,
but at the end of the day,
it's all just the same.