Beautiful Day

A Beautiful Day

by Matthew D. Ciaramitaro

Look at your hands, your thumbs, your feet.

Feel the contour of flesh, the texture of meat.

It is magnificent to think of how I am me.

There is no one alike, we all are unique.

Feel the roughness of hair, the shape of your bones.

Touch the lobes of your ears. Hear the beautiful tones

Of a scream, a song, a speech a moan.

Any sound is beautiful, from symphony to stone.

The perfect imperfections on your body are beautiful.

Each tells a tale that could never be dull.

The tales fill a bucket that will never be full,

But the incompleteness of the stories are what makes life feel whole

The smell of a rose, the taste of a drink,

We take for granted these things, but I hope it will sink

Into your mind just to stop and think

How lucky you are to be able to blink.

The fact that you exist is a miracle of the world.

Appreciate your life before it's unfurled.

I walk through the woods

A soul

Alone

I think of the woulds

The coulds

The won'ts

I soon hear a sound

Its bright

But faint

But then there's a round

I jump

I faint

I'm covered in it

It's red

It's paint?

My head has been hit?

It hurts

The pain.

I see its face though

The noise

Maker

It's vile and gross

With lips

That curl

I run but I can't

My legs

Won't move

I feel that I shan't

Live on

To prove

My purpose was real

Not false

Or wrong

But now I can feel

Purpose

Is gone

Still so much to do

No dreams

Fulfilled

With nothing to prove

I would

Prove still

I cry to the world

"Not now!

Too soon!"

Its lips are still curled

Eyes dark,

Cold stone

Malice in its heart

Its soul

Its mind

It goes through my heart

My soul

My mind

The knife takes away

All that

Was mine

The future looked bright

But now

I'm blind

I think of the woulds

The coulds

The won'ts

I walk through the woods

A soul

Alone.