Just something I jotted down while at work one day. I was in my feels. I posted this and then deleted it because I’m far from being a poet or anything so I’m embarrassed anytime I try to share something that resembles it. But I’m working on overcoming my fears, so here we go.
Love is patient, love is kind.
I try to be who love is
To be people who are hate
They are the complete opposite of love
for they are neither patient nor kind.
They make hasty judgments based on one flaw on my masterpiece.
BUT I am a masterpiece.
At least I feel that way
Despite of
I feel beautiful
and complex
Like architecture or fine art.
The stuff that may look a little funny or confusing at first
But if you stare at it long enough you’ll see the beauty in it.
Most people are masterpieces
Most, not all.
Some have no depth
Just one stroke of paint.
It may look complex and worthy at first
But when you keep staring, you realize there’s really nothing much to it
It’s just a brush stroke.
But I am no brush stroke.
I am a masterpiece.
Stare at me!
You’ll see
That I’m the most beautiful work of art you’ll meet.
chieaynne. 