Secret Beauty
Take me to the beautiful
But what defines beauty?
Is it a physical, balanced appearance?
Measured by critics and fans
Or is it something unseen
Something seldom known
We’ve met people surrounded
By death’s darkest demons
Trampled by lies and lore
Who know of days brighter
Yet have been laid out on the floor
The only break to their haunting silence
An unbearable sneer foreboding defeat
A lie crafted to destroy them
And force them to retreat
Yet their lives still continue through it all
Competing with the rest of us
Perhaps their strength is found deeper
Perhaps they have something more
Despite their losses
What if the desire they have
Is built on something not of this world
What if these people enduring
Were made for more than this
Made to be beautiful in secret
After their skin were to wear away
After their health to fail
After all that suffering
Then their beauty would emerge
Perhaps beauty wasn’t meant to fade
But instead was meant to grow
With each depressing blow
What if this world was
Just a furnace
To remove all impurities
So that the gold in them
Could surface?
So just so you guys know, I'm currently taking a poetry class so for the next several months, I should be naturally able to provide you guys with a poem every week or so. Have fun reading them and keep running the race!
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