Light shines. Even under the cover of darkness, even when the outside world can’t see it glow, the embers remain. Fighting perpetual in defiance of submission, even when the deluge of moisture is poured upon it, the cinder smolders. Disobedient by nature as we try to deny it it’s luminescence, it glimmers on.
Darkness becomes kin. We embrace it and revel in it. The clutches upon those pearls of dusk are stronger than the sinew that joins bone to bone, and more tangible than the beams of light creeping through the curtains. Gripping deeply to our core we find the comfort within that part of us that is beholden to the misery that grants its grisly understanding and depiction of what we feel.
Frustratingly we attempt to stifle our glow. Deep within the bowels of life it is there despite our reluctance to acknowledge its warmth. Underneath the veneer of stone and wood and iron and rebar that we construct in the stead, wallowing in our defiance of joy, the coals are heating the long suppressed furnace of our soul. Ever burning, ever vigilant. An homage to potential and of lingering beauty despite the visceral deformity that the world has imbued upon our visage.
But is the beautiful ever diminished truly? A facade of rapture on the whisp of a dishonest smile still reveals a glee once inherent. The beauty remains. I can see through the scars and the shadows and the ink black curtains that you’ve hung around your figure. Underneath, the shape of you remains. The figure of you, the silhouette of greatness, the fire within. As much as you try to hide it, I can see it. You are beautiful, and the scars only accentuate it. They are the words within your stories and they personify you. The path ventured and the thorns that carved deep within you but didn’t stop you. Without those marks of permanence you wouldn’t be real. But real you are, experiencing to the depths of the very bottom. The sunlight and the shadows resonate in contrast to paint you vibrant. Craters left in your wake. Pockmarks upon the surface of existence. Your footsteps shake mountains. You beckon them to yield to your presence and they do.
Hide all you want, but I see you. I know you. I am you.
The fire burns on.