Inner Flame

August 20, 2017
By maddiep5 BRONZE, Vienna, Virginia
maddiep5 BRONZE, Vienna, Virginia
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There stands an old piano in the corner,

A catalyst to the flame of joy and song.

Its brown, chipped wood and dusted keyboard

Plays a charming melody and is

One thing elegant underneath.

 

Beauty

 

A dark, purple fruit with smooth, wrinkled skin,

Lazily hanging on a branch like clothes on hangers.

The slimy, sticky seeds oozing out of the cut skin,

Its flesh blended to a tasty, juiced pulp and is 

One thing delectably passionate underneath.

 

Is

 

The disheveled feathers of the dirty duckling,

Abandoned and lost without compassion.

Swam alone in the furry herd of fiery, yellow tails,

Found by another and loved unconditionally and is

One thing adorable underneath.

 

Within

 

Beauty is a fire in the heart, not a facade plastered upon a face,

Let your eyes see beneath the skin, the clothes, the ugly.

It's a feeling, not a sight, a streetlamp burning in the darkest night,

That lures people to hear your story

Of the beauty glowing within you.


The author's comments:

It is so easy to quickly judge a person based on his or her appearance, and these days people tend to think that what they see on the outside defines who a person is on the inside as well. I hope that from reading this poem, people can understand that there is an abundance of beauty if you take the time to dig a little deeper than just what is seen on the surface.


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Jane said...
on Aug. 23 2017 at 6:01 pm
This is soooo good I love this


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