by m. e. roach
you are more than the dust in the wind,
greater than the tears on your face,
braver than the lingering fear in your heart,
more beautiful than the sigh inside your soul.
you are more, beloved,
more than the sorrows,
more than the scars,
and more, infinitely more,
than you could ever dream-
after all, there is no use in fear.
you are a queen here-
once a queen, always a queen;
once beloved, always beloved;
and once redeemed, always redeemed.