Belle, you beautiful well of wisdom what a tragedy.
The beast had to consume it to see the lesson clearly.
A mask, unbecoming. An iron jaw grip ‘fear me’
unless… the curse is lifted, from rags to riches,
I had to experience it before I could reach the depth within.
but right now I could use some assistance,
Send allies by the millions, believe me, it’s necessary.
A cool breeze. A warm hug. A welcome surprise.
Battle-weary from the fight, so I’m asking for a little love and light.
Please, bring back to life what’s wartorn with some higher insight.
Something like; The dawn streams from the darkest seams of the night, right?
If so, I’m primed for the limelight.
Forsaken, and left to the beast, only to find it’s always been me.
Beauty, I feel for your story. We share a similar vein you and me.
Only, you, appear to be innocent of the depravity.
But me… I’m riddled with a million miseries,
brought to me through the path I’m following.
To say I chose it is to put it lightly, only half the story.
that doesn’t convey the mutual nature of this journey.
I was added to a pile of kindling and we all were ignited.
I’m opening my eyes to ashes in my surroundings.
And yet, I am grateful to find that I am awakening to silence.
The beast burnt away from me. I am finally at peace.
Restful in this new skin freely given to me.
I choose to co-tend this garden into sublimity.