To Be

The Pursuit of Beauty

By: the iHope Poet

I fold up in the darkness

Neither seeing, nor being seen

And alone I consider

Beauty and ugliness

As a weed I was poisoned

Plucked from the earth

Left in the barren part of the dirt

Flowers despised me

Hated my leaves

Ugliness made me as small as a seed

Now as a rose, I’m too fair to be weeded

I’m left here to grow

I’m admired and needed

I can shine in the garden,

It’s easy to see

That beauty is better than being a weed

And nothing is wrong

With becoming so fair

But my pursuit of it all

Has left me worse for wear 

As I sought to look pretty

I turned into stone

My heart had been vain

And I acted a fool

All the things that I did to become something new

It hurt me, it hurt them; and I didn’t stay true

I unfold in the darkness

Yes, now I can see

It’s not wrong that it happened

But how it all came to be