To Be Beautiful- poem

Sometimes, things are only beautiful
Because of the knowledge that they might one day
Be no more.
That they will escape your grasp,
So to make the holding on with as much
Passion as you can muster up in that little heart of yours.

Sometimes, the fact that
We will die
Is what shapes us into gorgeous beings, ready to
Seize the day.
Living spontaneously, obliviously, with a bucket list of things we want to do before we die.

It escapes us that we’re insignificant- in the face of a booming cosmos.
That, stacked up against billions and billions of years, we vanish in a blink of time.
And so, floating amongst stars made up of stories
The earth is only one radiating love, life and death.

A flower blooms vigourously at the thought of withering,
Wanting youth to overpower her. To overpower someone’s senses with
Entrenching scents and colour, colour, and colour.
A flower blooms, living briefly but beautifully, proudly conspicuous and couraegous.

And so in the short lives we live
In the multitude of experiences we experience
In the best of times we have-
Mortality ties us to beauty, and
Beauty brings us home.

Written by
Milomi.

Inspired by On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong.

Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/P0m3k_u5nVc