From deep and dead places,
Where lurking fear catches,
Unwary and lonely,
The souls who dare enter,
To display from thereafter
Addiction-prone faces,
Beauty gets fettered again.
Hidden, where darkness
All beauty dispatches,
No light-hearted laughter
Lives long in those dungeons.
Existing where alcohol
Numbs, and leaves markings.
But, beauty can rise yet again.
Without any feeling
Guilt soon lines the faces
Of dying hearts, yearning
For life without lies, yet
Clutching still crutches means
Much more than weakness, but
Meaning arises with beauty again.
The time comes when loving
Is stronger than wanting.
Hazy-eyed lethargy
Subsides then to vibrancy.
Love comes to show wisdom
Is needed for living.
Beauty then becomes freed
And arises again.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-arises-again/
