Broken BeautyA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)when i looked at her closelywith each step, i feel breaking and hear cracking underneath my feet i look down and follow the broken pieces... the trail is long each piece flickers with it's own radiance, but none appear to be whole suddenly, a subtle warmth touches my face... i must be near the source the pieces now spread in all directions though mere fragments of something that was once complete, they all glow brilliantly--- my eyes were dancing amidst this shimmering sea, and then... i saw her--- huddled in a corner barely covered in a cloth that looked aged and soiled, she seemed injured and yet... still inviting i noticed her straightening herself up as my eyes examined her--- drawn in by her shine, i quickly found myself sitting beside her--- what a perspective... from this close i could see all the pieces i came across before, belong to her i now was staring at the holes in her figure--- assuming i was readying a swift judgement, she hastily began to gather pieces of herself as an offering... i softly placed my hands on hers to cease this collection--- as i looked at her hands intertwined in my own i noticed something under the shards pierced with curiosity, i swept them aside to reveal what was underneath--- footprints... i discovered footprints i then looked harder, focusing my vision i saw that the footprints also spread in all directions from where she sat--- all were of various size, crashing into or overlapping the next the broken pieces of her giftedly hid them--- my eyes made their way back to her, then back to the footprints once again back to her and yet again... back to the footprints--- confused and curious i looked to her for answers, her lips said nothing but her eyes spoke all that needed to be said... and like the sudden crack of thunder it all came to me... the broken pieces the holes in her figure the countless footprints the look of tremendous suffering that was held in her eyes--- i was baring witness to the victim that beauty is in the hands of man... such foolish criminals we men are thoughtlessly driven by lust, we take from beauty only what we desire so we fail to see the magnificence of beauty's design--- instead we dissect and divide, ripping beauty to shreads each taking what his eyes found most entertaining until we have had our fill then we cast it aside and leave beauty... to deal with the mess--- such foolish criminals we men are now my heart aches for beauty i crave to see her in true form, like no man has yet to and so, i will collect her up... piece by piece
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