Beauty in rough edges.
Stirs the creativity of the potter
It is okay not to be made
I can be worked on.
No comparison, No shame
I am on a journey.
At dawn I am a blank slate
Waiting to be written on
I am an artist canvas
A confusion in the mix
But a beauty to behold
When I am inked.
There is beauty in chaos.
At the black night I shine
As danger crawls from its cave.
As darkness envelopes
Though scary but yet beautiful
I am at peace at its thickest
On the surface there is confusion
Beneath is hope
Because soon my sun BREAK FORTH.
2017…I *BREAK FORTH*
©Omoniyi Temitope Mayowa
December 23, 2016 by 18:00
@ohteehem
