A Burnt City of Beauty
By: Nicole Wasylak
You’re made of the very energy that sizzles around you
Nothing can compare to the beauty of your soul—
Not the pyramids, not the Stonehenge, not even the city lights
That burn like fireflies in a country field.
You’re beauty burns from within your soul like a wildfire,
bright and unstoppable, fierce as the next sunrise
But you don’t see it
You see the ugly
You see the cracks and dilapidation in the pyramids,
The missing pieces in Stonehenge, the darkness in the city streets
But like everything else, there is pure beauty inside of you
When all else goes to hell, when the lights snap off
And the bad thoughts crawl back in like cockroaches under a broken home,
You are a constant
And even though there may be people dying, hearts breaking,
And lives changing, like the moon, people are always able
To count on you to rise with the darkness
