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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


A version of this post originally appeared in “Tenacity” The Teller October 2019 Issue #7

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