The poem titled, “Beauty” was written in the spring of 2025. It is part of an ongoing collection on the concept of beauty. It was originally written for and shared with a writing club. The poem could use some revisions but for now, it’s in this form.

The idea of beauty defies me.
What others see,
Isn’t beauty.
They see masks,
They see reflections,
They see value on all that isn’t.
Debts owed on promises never bestowed.
They see only the surface.
Beauty is deeper.
It can only be found in depths mortals rarely strive to reach.
Beauty is a paradox,
There’s duality.
First and foremost, it begins ugly.
Like the first page of the rough draft of a masterpiece, it starts messy.
Set aside aesthetics, they’re irrelevant.
They’re glimmers, mirages that appear
To the lost and dying under the desert sun.
They mask what is beyond…
What is beyond?
An oasis?
Perhaps… but reality says…
More sand.
Endless sand.
Well Sailor, it’s dry land.
Save your tears, let the flood rise.
There’s beauty in the rain,
That cascades your eyes.
Mask removed, catch those tears,
You’ve saved for years.
No place to hide,
Nothing to hold inside.
Each tear, replenishment,
For a soul bled dry.
So now… is the time to cry.
Hold nothing back, feel it all.
There’s beauty in healing,
No mask can hide.
Drink deep, your soul’s redemption.
From that moment, Persona and Being divide.
Beauty and illusion collide.
A star is reborn, to light up the night’s sky.