call it the art of comparison,
our common foe.
it hinders all creation,
and teaches us to woe.
call it a perfect imperfection,
or deem it a flaw.
art neither seeks validation,
nor abides the law.
in a shattered mirror,
i see blemishes and scars.
in our fragile future,
i shape dust into stars.
YOU ARE READING
midnight
Puisia compilation of poems about love, heartbreak, and hope, born across 21 sleepless nights.
