The masterpiece

I am a masterpiece between the light and the void,
My eyes pour the droplets straight from the clouds,
It holds breathtaking nebulas beyond all it's mysteries,
As my fingers hold all the secrets and essence of the trees,
While lightning maps it's jagged path across my delicate skin,
My veins envelop my body with the mesmerising thunderous scenes,
My blood is like a crimson map of celestial fire,
My ribs are the kindling of a walking pyre,
Hidden behind my armour of skin,
I cannot deny who I am within,
My skin is engraved with the ripples of the ocean,
I was created with a goal, a purposeful mission,
While my scars become rivers of molten glass beneath my armour,
My voice is the beacon - you can feel the lands tremor,
I am bound to this land by a network of living storms,
While my soul travels dimensions, becoming one with different forms,
The world is a mystery and it's one I often carry,
What you know as reality, can truly be scary,
But there are moments that are treasures,
A secret to life's many pleasures,
To be seen as more than just a cover,
Before my final breath is over.

I haven't really written in a while and these ar wone of the things I stopped writing but I managed to finish it tonight and I thought thta maybe, just maybe it could help someone who isn't feeling good about themselves feel better, even just for a bit, I hope it gives you a new perspective on how you see yourself. You represent more than what society or anyone else for that matter, dictates you to be. 🙂‍↕️❤️🙂‍↕️❤️🙂‍↕️ I hope this poem brings someone some comfort ☺️🙈☺️🙈☺️