Beauty and the Beast

It is only when we

learn

to love

the ugliness

within,

accepting that the

beast

is just another form of

beauty

hiding behind

self-loathing

and insecurity

that we can become

a whole rose

again

with days and days of

wild blooming

ahead of us.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.