She walked with the grace
of her mother
Spoke purposefully with the conviction
of her father
But when she looked in the mirror
A million shattered fragments of her life
all speckled with color
and uncertainty
Stuck and glued together imperfectly,
Resembled the shape of a girl
waiting to be recognized
by herself.
She was clay
a work of art
Shape-shifting until life felt like hers
All she had to do,
Was embrace the steady permanence
of uncertainty
find comfort and forgiveness in it,
Listen to the colors.
The world cannot be bright
without darkness to define it.
Light blue without navy
is just blue.
She is an evolving masterpiece
The world waits with impatience
for her unveiling
Crowds will gather
Whispers of her beauty
will float in the air.
They have never seen anything
like her
A celebration will commence,
but it will be a party of one.
Once the cracks have been filled
where they’ve been too long neglected
And her vision softens
as her heart turns inwards
It will come.
Maybe she just needs new brushes.
| discovery |
a work of art
