Beauty is heartbroken
Like a man with half his face burnt,
Like a child who has lost its innocence,
Like a rose that has wilted and hangs against
Dark lattices of frosted window panes,
Like grape juice that turned into wine
Inside the human heart is beauty, and
Out of it comes word and song
Bursting out of our lungs, our souls
Comes the adoring and broken “Hallelujah”’s
I don’t know which is more beautiful
If I never took to bleeding within,
I would never know the beauty of
Taking a patch, placing it firmly on another’s
Heart, I would never know that with
Pain we merge, fuse, entwine, strengthen
I would have never known to smile
At the people passing by on sunlit,
Tree-lined streets, a teenage boy walking
With a girl laughing basked in excitement,
Traipsing on perfectly paved sidewalks,
When on the other side of the world
People sit on empty, grey curbs with
Unkempt hair, despair, while the notes
Of a little boy’s flute drifts through the
Unconscious, wet and cold air
Yet did you know that here, too,
Is another fleeting kind of beauty?
You and I were made to be beautiful, but
When we lose ourselves to bitterness,
There is another kind of beauty within,
A little candle that was specially withheld
For this very moment, one waiting for
Someone - For someone to come by,
Touch it gently, and set it forth into
Brilliant flame