A Beautiful Life

Life is never constant,

and perhaps that is the most beautiful,

because whenever I feel like the only person in the world,

I think of how life is always in different stages,

from the first breath,

to when a child learns how to ride a bike,

and when a person feels a moment of pure happiness, 

life continues on, 

and so will you. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

B. A.

This is very beutiful and very hard-hitting. In such a short poem, pure joy can be brought from that. Great work of art!

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741