Irrefutable Beauty
You don't have to cry subtly or politely, your ugly cries are beautiful.
What a beauty.
Not the cursory kind.
Certainly not surface level,
or treading a superficial line.
She wasn’t traditionally attractive;
she had unkempt hair,
no taut waistline,
no conventional curves,
no filters,
not made up with makeup,
no visual lies.
No, she was beautiful in a different kind of way.
Perhaps more picturesque
in a painful kind of way.
In the wilting flower,
petals falling kind of way.
The dying trees,
colorful leaves,
autumn breeze kind of way.
Beautiful in a morbid kind of way,
like from first infant cries,
to last goodbyes kind of way.
She wore clouds on her head,
and drew hearts on her sleeves.
She danced in plain view,
sang songs no one knew,
and had butterfly tattoos,
on her tummy.
People say she ugly cried,
yet I know the tears were beautiful.
Because the spark in her heart
gave start to the art
of living a life irrefutable.
Her beauty was unorthodox
yet still not terribly unique,
because just being human is beautiful
regardless of what others may think.
About the Creator
Caitlyn Wenzel
I don't live to write, I write to live.
Poetry is what I need in order to feel human again, and again.
Let me transform the unspeakable.
I hope my words can reach you.
- Caitlyn
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