Put there to make the world a bit prettier
A flower in a pot, swirling designs on paper,
The little freckles on the face of a cute boy you saw last Sunday
Except nothing in this world stays the same
The flower grows dies and a new one takes its place
The paper crumbles, the freckles increase and Darken
Those things you thought were pretty appeal to you no longer
Beauty is a bit like cloud watching
Every fluffy cloud is something different to different people
I guess that just means there is truly someone for everyone
But even the plainest of people can be changed by the right bells and whistles
People change like the clouds
Constantly moving forward in a blur
Coming back to you unrecognizable
Masks come off
Masks are put on
Natural becomes misshapen
Plastic elements melt away
We are built by relics of our previous selves
Taking fractured pieces from you at all the stages your life creating one being
One moment and the pieces break evermore
Another and the glass of hope and you are made whole again
So who are we?
Are we who we are now or are we our past?
Or are we who we choose to be by our embellishments?
Or are we truly a swirling storm of all our decisions, pieces, and looks….
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this piece of poetry. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I make of the world recently and somehow this piece felt necessary. Let me know your thoughts in the comments.
-Till next time!