beauty in solitude.

 In the midst of desolation and destruction,
Beauty shines through this barren land. It’s odd to see things that are dead yet remain standing. 
And yet too often we try to remain standing when we know that we must come down to be renewed. 
To move on. 

But it’s hard not knowing when the purifying fire will pass through. Do I fall too early? I may spend more time lying down broken than I really want to. Do I stay up too long? Because it gets hard after a while, pretending to be firm.

So in the meantime I stand, honored to be amongst beauty and love. 

Who knows, maybe it’ll even bring me back.