She was poetry

thewayiwrite

 

I never quite understood why it was that no one loved her,

or at least, they didn’t love her like I did.

 

I never understood why no one else saw the way her hair shone brighter than the stars or the way her eyes gleamed like

the most precious emeralds.

 

I never understood why no one else saw that it was her chaos that made her beautiful, 

it was the flame that burned within.

 

I never understood why she wasn’t worshipped like the true celestial empress that she was,

stronger than any man.

 

I never understood why no one seemed to see that her soul was far too deep to be explored by those

afraid to take their feet from solid ground.

 

I never understood why it wasn’t noticed that she was far too full of life to be simply half-ignored, half-noticed,

half loved.

 

I never understood why they didn’t see that she wasn’t fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a grenade,

she was to be treated with the upmost respect.

 

I never understood why it wasn’t seen that she was made for far more beautiful things and that

chaos is only understood by the wild, not the weak.

 

Only now do I see it,

she was poetry.

She was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet.

  • Author: thewayiwrite (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2021 18:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: If anyone wants to know what/who this is about, I’m afraid I will disappoint! It isn’t about anyone or anything at all, (though of course you are all welcome to interpret it as you will!) it is merely words on paper that became words on a website. I don’t wish those harsh words to ruin the magic of poetry though, in fact I rather think they exemplify it. Surely if each of you that read my words on paper interpret it and maybe even go as far as to enjoy it then it has become poetry to you and it is worthy of its place here. I don’t know, sorry for the rambling! Yours always, Lucy
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Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good words twiw, that respect can sometimes only be seen by one person but we all see things in different ways, if only we could see through others eyes sometimes the world would be a better place.

    Andy

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Very lovely words 🙂



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