I found Beauty

In the dankness, in the dirt,

In the darkness I dare flirt.

to Beauty that appears to me

so effortlessly shown,

to Beauty that stirs my breath,

that let’s itself be known.

I finally feel a release. A calm. The cruel constant beating in my head washed away with the rain. Thank you. To the wet dirt crawling with life. Thank you. To the dripping leaves lapping up every drop. Thank you. To the breaking of a cycle.