Spilled Artworks…

I spilled a glass of water
It dripped down from the desk
It ruined my artwork
“Oh, what a mess!”

I am disappointed in myself
For being so clumsy
I go to fetch a mop
But I come back to see,

That the water has made a pattern
I guess everything happens for a reason
Maybe I should wait a while
Wiping it down will be treason

I go over to the spilled water
And start making out a face
That’s the nose… that’s the ear…
Oh, such a beauty I’ve traced

I look into the eyes
They’re filled with tears of regret
Tears of shame, hurt, disappointment
And everything it wants to forget

I say to it, “There now, you
Haven’t been all that bad!
Remember the achievements
And all the fun times you’ve had?”

“No” it says back
The world doesn’t care about those
It only sees the missteps
And the flaws and dark undertones

I shake my head, “But,
Your story will be boring otherwise!
You learned from your mistakes
That’s the message that underlies

Being a mess makes you real.”
I say to the fake face
And staring back is me
Reflected on the water surface

I’ve been so harsh to myself!
So what if I ruined an artwork or two?
Every piece was better than the last
Huh! I love being a mess! Who knew?

I spilled a glass of water
It dripped down from the desk
It ruined my artwork
What a beautiful mess!

-Avani