Call It Beautiful Misery

I’d like to write a poem about despair and how it makes me feel,
Because hidden underneath desolate agony is beauty unmatched.
And since I worry this is something others simply cannot see,
Let me open your eyes, take my hand and read with me.

Now unhappiness can be watching two seagulls fighting in the sun,
And wishing I could live like that-
But then looking up to see the smiling face of my beloved one,
And finding that love is like a piece of art forever worked at.

It’s a misery like a young girl watching herself slowly age in the mirror,
Remembering the past and happy memories-
But having the bravery to laugh while she cries about death drawing near,
And realising that time cannot be conquered by her tears.

This sorrow is like watching a bird with broken wings that’s trying to fly,
A reminder that nothing we can do will change things-
Because now the winter is here and the bird’s mother grows older in the night.
The moral is to tell someone you love them before they die.

It’s like a rose seen dying on the snow outside at night,
And still finding it warm to the touch-
A combination of musical notes that makes you want to retreat inside,
So that at the end of it all you can say “thank-you” not “good-bye”.

It's a Sadness that is waved like a battleflag high above the dead-
When no-one is left standing and it doesn't matter why,
Because your there, one arm in the air, waving with all your strength
And even after the universe has done all it could- you are still there…