A Bead Poem by Nichole Pettit

Tiny of a shimmer
When light is shined upon
Never seen as one
Just as a whole
Conformity is normality

The cost to fix
To find the chosen
Special from a mix

If lost among the dust and dirt
It will remain forgotten
Until too many have been lost
Many lost among the floor
Of dances galore
In the past
This one will not be the last

There are many to come
But just as many to go
Tiny and silver are some
Many high, with some going low

In the day
Or in the night
Either way
Still a beautiful sight

Looked upon with delight
Details shown beyond comparing
Ready to live out a late night
To live through times worth sharing

Dawns with Trust
Evenings spent in the Dust
Nights of Lust