Beauty from Ashes
the mystic
adorned in
black velvet
beads woven
into his beard
glaring stage lights
glint off silver bands adorning fingers and wristsexotic elegance
singing lyrics of
redemptive brokenness
Beauty from Ashes
his words echoing
in my heart,
I weave my way
across the crowded
dance floor
to your side
slip my arm around
your waist feel the warmth
of your flesh
beneath my fingers
give you a squeeze
return your smile
put my empty glass
on the bar
say good nightfeeling peace
for the first time
in forever
beauty from ashes I lost sight of this possibility when the chasm of pain swallowed me
I fought and flailed
cried and mourned and
wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote
hoping deep inside me - someone who was me
but
bigger and
stronger and
wiser
would
ease my suffering
find an escape
restore my dignity
that never happened
nothing is dignified about
a broken heart
Instead
a path forged
from strength
a mystic would understand
gentleness
compassion
patience for the process
the gift of passing time
vowing to honor
who I had been
who I was becoming
I, too can sing of finding
beauty in the ashes
delightfully,
that beauty is …
ME
