HER BEAUTIFUL MESS

 

She used to be a mess,

A beautiful mess,

Dancing like a princess

In a pretty little dress.

Her elegance,

Her essence

Radiating beauty from her eyes’ lens.

Her giggles, her laughs,

Her tears, her little coughs,

Her moves, her steps,

Her twists, her jumps,

And all her happiness

In her triumphs,

Now lay in a still.

Her body now chill,

In a silence so loud,

That her cries were ever heard, I doubt.

They shred her into pieces,

Which are now impossible to Congregate.

Her smile—her armor

Now lay in a devastated state.

For the lifeless body now she is,

The society would call her a disease,

And so, her death was God’s release.

No, my friends,

Her life wasn’t a fiasco,

For she used to be A BEAUTIFUL MESS

In her world of Disco.

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~~~~~BY YOURS TRULY, Miss Shards Of Being Me.

“She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure.”                                                                                         ~~~~~~BY  Steve Maraboli

My take on today’s DAILY PROMPT Congregate

Please share your thoughts on this one. I would love to know what you think about it. If you like it, do check out 2 other POEMS I wrote on HOPES and BELIEFS on my blog and let me know what you think of it. It’s just that sometimes I feel like writing and a poem helps me express way better than a piece of paragraph.

FEATURE IMAGE: Taken by me (of a very close friend of mine. 🙂 🙂 🙂 )