August 11, 2012
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Beautiful Pieces
I somehow believe
somewhere deep inside
that if I can find just one thing beautiful
My day will be worthwhile
My eyes open in the morning
Searching through my recollection of dreams
Wondering if I will find it there
I stare
At the mirror as I brush my teeth
Where will my beauty be?
Beauty is illusive
And often days will pass without it
Because I have closed my eyes
Beauty is dazzling
And I squint
Because to see is to know
And to know is to be changed
And change is hard
I thought I was looking for a name or face
When a stare at strangers
But I was searching for my bit of beauty
Beauty that I need to live
The kind of life I deem worthwhile
Beauty bewilders me
Before I recognize it, it is gone
Leaving only its warmth and light to guide me
Make me a bit heavier in hindsight
Beauty is fleeting, yet resolute
My back against a wall
That does not crumble
I am scared to let beauty in
Because it leaves me no resemblance of control
I am swept off my feet
Unsure of when I will land
But I cannot live without it
It is connected to truth until they blend
The truest beauty is always truth
And the truth when stripped away from manipulation
Is always beautiful
I wonder if my life’s search for meaning
Is answered by the pieces of beauty
I pick up along the way
I wonder if my whole purpose
Is to gather beauty to share
For beauty must be shared or it will go stale
It must be given or it will putrefy
Beauty horded is a curse
Beauty distorted is a lie
Beauty found is a cure
Beauty revealed is a gift
This release of words is beauty gained
I feel the satisfaction
As I lay my head down
