What can be beautiful?
Is it destruction?
The dance of shattered glass
Now scattered in darkness
What can be beautiful?
For when the light shines upon the shards
A fractured rainbow is shown
Created by the sharp edges of the broken
What can be beautiful?
Maybe the mosaic created
The strength to pick up the pieces
And to fill in the pane
What can be beautiful?
Is it the blood that drips
When your courage pays off
The destruction is now fixed
What can be beautiful?
Maybe when the light shines through
When the glass, even in shards
Shines a picture as a whole
What can be beautiful?
The old?
The new?
The true?
"In the eyes of the beholder"
Is that you
What can be beautiful?
If only I knew
Beauty is a conundrum
A maze you cannot walk through
Beauty is a strength
An incomprehensible magic
What can be beautiful?
A tongue of fire?
How destruction is born
Can be beautiful too
What can be beautiful?
Me? Maybe you?
Everything is beautiful
Don't you see it too?
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I can't tell you how I got this idea, but I can explain the stanzas to those who don't get my weird symbolism. Although this takes out the beauty of the poem (no pun intended) I think you should understand the message than care about my poem.
The Beauty In Each Stanza:
1- Representing when a person shatters
2- Representing revelation in the broken
3- Representing the strength to fix yourself
4- Representing the hard work and pain that people go through to get there
5- Representation of one's fixed self
-Fire- Not when one shatters, but the thing that breaks them
What do you think is the most beautiful thing in the world?
My mother.
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