She Is Vibrancy - The Sun Is Setting Poem by Bea Hayden

She is vibrancy.

She's like looking at the sun.
You know the sheer detriment, but you're
Caught
Fixated on the blazing gold capsule.

Metaphorically, shes the paperflower.
It's petals resembling the colors of a once
shimmering lake.
But it's quick to crumble,
its scent a pungent odor that
strains all senses.
How could something so beautiful create such a stench?

She's the supermarket.
Overwhelming,
Full of life,
Exhausting,
Bright,
and makes sure you never leave empty
handed,
-whether that's beneficial or not-

She's your favorite CD.
You know, the one you've listened to
Over
and
Over
Initially so careful with
but slowly and unintentionally,
you stripped it of its novelty
revealing the scratched piece of plastic
that it truly is.
The fragile, most worthless, coveted item that you
own.

She's the most gorgeous fall sunset.
As every color seeps from her skin,
the cicadas sing,
and you find your eyes dry
as you have
forgotten to blink,
Afraid that the projection before you may
dissipate
If you even think about closing your eyes,
Suddenly,
she's dark.

She is vibrancy.