My beauty is not your beauty; it exists in the cracks of rainy, muddy sidewalk. The challenge is remembering: open my eyes.
Even in the muddy pools of melted ice and dirty snow…the tire tread-marks and and power line reflections. I have to find the beauty in the ugly things; the ugly things are in all of us.
Many years ago, I man I knew used to tell me “your heart is a barbed wire pillow,” and I carry that with me – I see those words inscribed on every jagged edged fence, every spiral of razor wire warnings. But the thing is, beauty comes with sharp edges, sometimes. And besides – I’ve always had a deep love for the places to which I am told I should not go.