Chaotic Beauty

Chaotic voices blending in fusion; igniting

Words that rise and create moments.

Pictures of framed memories – marking the

Confusions of today – embraced hands

Break apart, hearts ache with loss and despair,

Pain becomes a quiet normalcy – accepted yet

Misunderstood. Riddles of life and forced laughter

Bear witness to aftershocks. Mushroom clouds

Reach upwards as resonating confusions blend

Into blinding colors that are unable to be held

Or felt. Like emotions, often unable to be defined,

Clouds of flame match the frustrated tears that

Run down the faces of those left behind.

Rising from the ashes, wings pound fire, scream power.

Unchained resolutions caused by realizations of

Movement forward. Leaving behind grief for the

Closure of the living – progression is truly made with

Tears interchanged for lasting smiles of comfort.

Simplicity found despite the complex voices

Of hate, revealing a love that rises above.

Quiet comforts of finding the good amidst the evil,

Eyes watching with unrelenting hope as the infamous

Darkness rests, unable to wake against such painful beauty.