Beautiful Devastation

Here is what I've learned:

all beauty comes from a place of pain,
a place of discomfort
or doubt,
fear
or sadness.

Trace that dance,
that lilting piece of music
that painting
that poem
back far enough,
and you'll find the
troubled spark.

Beauty comes from the cloudy gray
shadows of our lives
for it is against that dim beginning
that our brightest selves shine.

Our soul-locked beauty needs the gentle devastation
of doubt and sadness and grief-
the realization that we are no more
and no less
than flawed flesh and bone.



4.29.2017