I am beautiful
	in the morning, on a Sunday
		with my coffee

I am brave
	in my home, Monday nights
		with my tiredness

I am soulful
	lunch times
		in the University Chapel

I am yearning
	Fridays, distant
		from you

I am lovely
	Saturdays, when I
		meet you off the train

I am extraordinary, every day
	strained limbs, brain, 
		thinking, moving anyway

I am energetic -
	bold stroke that plucked me
		from my birth-city

I am beautiful
	on fragile days
		me and my uncertainty

I am brave
	in hours of loss -
		mourning many

I am in love with many things
	on this earth, but mostly
		with you
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