Reflections of Beauty

Reflecting on beauty,

to me,

birthmarks

port-wine stains

are bold,

saturated pools of color;

like islands on a map,

where nature repeats its forms:

the edge of a birthmark

like the edge of a coastline,

like the edge of moss finding stone,

part of a quiet,

continuous design.

They say it’s one in 300,

but I walk through crowds every day

in my city

and in my town

And think,

Why don't I see more?

we are good at hiding

blending in

Mac makeup and Dermablend

Laser treatments

Sewn up lips

And Those who don’t have that ability

Hold the weight of it all

To be the standout

The one in 300

I wonder if our bold, saturated,

pools of color

Were never meant to be hidden

Part of a continuous design

To be Chosen

From the hand of nature

By your god

To be noticed,

To be adored

And yet

Nature repeats itself.

Beautiful reflections

Like islands on a map

Patterns that look familiar....

but are never the same.

Just like mine

And just like yours.