BIRTH
Hidden beneath was a palette of gold
A treasure with a backdrop of sadness
A diamond in the rough that can’t be ignored
This masterpiece lost in the madness
Wise are the hearts of those who can see her
Theirs is a sense born of love
While others pass by flouting their virtues
Salvation is what they’re made of
Little by little as if from a cocoon
She gradually realizes her worth
And to those with closed eyes, they finally see
A spiritual portrait and birth
Written for: OctPoWriMo 2018 Day 10
