How can beauty thrive in such chaos?
The abyss wondered incessantly
Admonishing any semblance of grace peering through the darkness.
It grew tired of the struggle scorching its soul,
thoughts woven in between shame and anger,
An emptiness filled with such isolation
Fear becoming its constant companion.
But the beauty still breathed life.
It eternally breathed hope.
It breathed a gentleness that gave chaos permission to
To finally feel that beauty of its true nature.
And so it was.
With each passing moment, the abyss became resplendent.
It became so beautiful. It yearned to see and know itself differently than it did before.
And when it finally looked in the mirror, the celestial countenance that first appeared and appeased the darkness was that of its own visage.