There are all these embellishments in life 

Put there to make the world a bit prettier 

A flower in a pot, swirling designs on paper, 

The little freckles on the face of a cute boy you saw last Sunday

Except nothing in this world stays the same 

The flower grows dies and a new one takes its place 

The paper crumbles, the freckles increase and Darken 

Those things you thought were pretty appeal to you no longer 

 Beauty is a bit like cloud watching 

Every fluffy cloud is something different to different people 

I guess that just means there is truly someone for everyone 

But even the plainest of people can be changed by the right bells and whistles 

People change like the clouds 

Constantly moving forward in a blur 

Coming back to you unrecognizable

Masks come off 

Masks are put on 

Natural becomes misshapen 

Plastic elements melt away 

We are built by relics of our previous selves 

Taking fractured pieces from you at all the stages your life creating one being 

One moment and the pieces break evermore 

Another and the glass of hope and you are made whole again 

So who are we? 

Are we who we are now or are we our past? 

Or are we who we choose to be by our embellishments?

Or are we truly a swirling storm of all our decisions, pieces, and looks….

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this piece of poetry. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I make of the world recently and somehow this piece felt necessary. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. 

-Till next time!