Beautiful

A slight attempt at a poem on an art piece I am going to attempt to do in the future. Subject to change.

Tottering between insane and stable,

some people just can't handle it.

Figuring ways to cope with pain, 

to put on a smile, but they are unable.

So with a blade named 'Cope,'

they break the physical lines.

Watching the words spill forth like a stream,

all just for a dash of hope.

For in their minds, it's unattainable,

happiness, love, life, everything good.

They don't see the brightness of their existence,

which makes all their problems manageable.

So the words drip, pooling on the floor,

Ugly, fat, stupid,

Words meant to harm others,

but what is it all really for?

Our insecurities are what we find unmanageable,

but everyone is made up of a mix of things.

They reflect who we are, what we are,

an exact copy of us is unattainable.

And maybe your views of yourself are unmovable,

but take a chance to glance down at that pool.

See yourself reflected in the insecurities,

and know that you are beautiful.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Interesting and capivating read, truly enjoyed thanks for sharing