Show Me Beauty

A poem on what beauty truly is: imperfections, moments, real, silence — not artificial

SHOW ME BEAUTY

Show me what beauty is to you,
Because I crave the sights and sounds of it.
See, I – like many – have learned to seclude myself from it.
Days spent stuck behind screens, 
Watching others try to convince me it's artificial.
Fabricated, coded and digital.
A poor imitation of reality.
Look, I know that beauty surrounds me in abundance,
But I waste so much of me staring at this pocket mirror 
That reflects the parts I don't want to see.
The ugly within us, the division and the violence.
If I were to look up long enough,
I'd tell you that beauty begins with silence.
Silence and tranquility in the moments where nothing else matters.
The moments when time stands still.
The moments when two people smile and their hearts join in.
Or when I look up at blue skies and see birds roam free,
Above an orchestra of rhythmic trees.
I realize that beauty is in the moment.
That beauty is the moment.
That beauty is you and me.
When we don't see each other through screens.
And maybe that's the whole point.
Maybe this poem doesn't start with a question for you.
Maybe all this is, is a reminder to me.

- Ivan Irakoze

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