The small light against the black wall.
They shine so bright,
make all seem right.
Here on the surface
We find plenty of other things with no purpose.
Like the flowers you find during the day.
Their colour just a beautiful soiree.
Every now and then you'll see a star fall.
It loses its shimmer
as it grows dimmer.
As it starts to show.
The star was lost, uninspired,
so it answered a different call.
When it felt like it no longer had power.
It decided to blossom into a flower.
You to could rise from your wreckage.
If only you understood my message.
YOU ARE READING
Understanding Beauty
PoetryI need a place to let my creativity and thoughts flow. I place where I can be myself and not be judged. This book is about everything humans tend to go through... In other words it's about shit I'm going through and things I'm thinking okay. It is a...
