Friday, 28 December 2012

Beauty to be Found

There is beauty to be found when we take time to sift through the ruins

But it takes courage to handle broken shards of what once was 

And it takes willingness to feel the pain

Shed the tears

Howl at the moon

No precious stones or metals here

Just clay, breath, blood and bone

We must become our own alchemists

Heat our own precious life

With the fires of passion and desire for our own sake

For what good are we to the world

If we are no good to ourselves


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