the mystic adorned in black velvet beads woven into his beard
glaring stage lights
glint off silver bands
adorning fingers and wrists exotic 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 night feeling 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
