Disfigured Beauty

"It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness."-Tolstoy

Blending in with her naïve surroundings,

she morphs herself and changes her face;

a chameleon hiding in the forest of humanity,

wondering when she’ll stop transforming for Nature’s sake.

But she wraps her feet around tree branches,

unwilling to let go of Nature’s sturdy ledge,

and though she longs to be free of Her stifling grip,

she knows it’s the only way to survive in this world

where Nature threatens to crush bones and windpipes.

So she looks at her disfigured beauty in the mirrored creek,

wondering what it is Nature truly seeks.


The End

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