Unfettered

If you only see artistry

In things meant to be beautiful

You’re not seeing at full potential…

Because there is beauty

In the way rushing water

Submits to gravity,

And how it carves and scars

Serpentine wounds

Into Earths giving flesh.

There is beauty etched

In old wooden floors

And how every scratch bleeds

The memories of generations before.

There is beauty in an aging face

And the wisdom scribed

Between the wrinkles and grays.

There is beauty in decay

And how weather fades away

An unsoiled facade

Into distinguishable and flawed.

There is beauty in the darkness

And not for promise of the light…

But because hidden in the shadows

Is a chance to feel

What you’ve been taught to hide.

There is beauty in the truth,

Even when it’s coupled with hurt,

Because there is nothing worse

Than believing misleading words.

There is beauty in overgrowth

And the way nature reaches forth

Reclaiming its space…

Because it doesn’t seek permission

To live its free

And unfettered way.