I am a masterpiece of tragedy, painted in grief—
A canvas of sorrow, each tear a motif.
Every crack in my soul, every scar on my skin,
An artwork of anguish, where beauty wears thin.

I am framed in despair, gilded in pain,
With brushstrokes of heartache that bleed through each vein.
A tapestry woven from silence and cries—
A masterpiece hidden behind shattered eyes.

I am delicate ruin, perfection undone,
The wreckage of hope, a storm never won.
Yet somehow I stand, a portrait of grace,
A masterpiece of tragedy, tears carved on my face.

     — Masterpiece , 10/7/24