Beauty Burn

Won't you allow me to be beautiful?

Won't you allow me to love what I am?

Must I be denied acceptance 

in place of this mud painted image

splattered across my eyes?

What do you have to gain from such destruction?

 

There is more power in peace

of mind,

of body, 

of soul.

 

Yet dazzling snapshots corrupt all.

And I am left as dried leaves--

fallen, brittle, and brown--

before the fire.

Author's Note

Not quite the original, but the best I can remember it.

Reviews

This is a good poem. I liked the question at the start. It made me start to think as I read the rest. Very thought provoking! Great write!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Ah, the question of the beautiful - can it remain in existence without those trying to extinquish it in any form that it might take...lovely write...wonderfully penned. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[Melody P-]

I enjoyed this, words that speak of mind, body and soul...powerful;)
and I agree the imagery in the last stanza is beautifully written*
Great Write!

[Angela H.]

Really nice write. Unanswered questions telling a story; good technique. I particularly like the imagery at the end - fallen, brittle, and brown--before the fire.