Sonnet Sundays - The 30th of February

It's rather fitting that today is the last day of February because, as you can see, I wrote a poem about just this time of year. It's a little romantic, and kind of fits in with what I'm trying to inspire in myself for the next fortnight's Wellness Clinic: body confidence and the knowledge that yes, you are awesome and loved for being you!

❤The 30^th of February❤

I’ll have no tears of pity from you

for a face you try to hide,

no dismissive tone about a body

that should be immortalised,

for the sun shines on the earth

in the same way someone looks at you,

and they love you very much,

whether you know it or not, it’s true.

To someone you outshine the stars,

a diamond to their celestial dust,

and as the moon pulls on the tides

so someone is drawn to you by trust.

They think you are an angel

with your body, your smile, your eyes,

and the privilege of being around you

is to them the greatest prize.

I know you feel like February 30^th,

as if you simply don’t exist,

your presence just a shadow,

your lips unworthy of being kissed,

but that someone sees the heart you hide,

they see you for who you are –

they’d say you’re like February the 29^th,

the rarest beauty by far.