Some of the Many Facets of Beauty

     There are two of me; perhaps more. One of me wants to... no, want is not the right word. FEELS. One of me feels like I'm going to throw up. I'm not ill. Well, not conventionally ill; rather sickened by society. I'm fit. Fit as I can be at this time, anyway. So this "sickness" is not in a physical regard. No, that which ails me is of an emotional cancer: disappointment.
     This cancer is spread by society, jumping like lice, from one individual to another. It is a disease easily dispersed by word of mouth -- carried by the wind as simply as a whisper, soaked up as commonly as oxygen inhaled, infectious as The Plague. I vigorously try to wipe it from my mind, but it attacks me with the persistence of a colony of ants. Crawling up my body from my toes making my skin tingle, consuming all visible flesh. Burns with the intense sensation of gasoline, setting me ablaze; it singes away all sensitivity to compassion & sympathy. And yet, it provokes hope for the same.

     Discouragement antagonizes the recognition of beauty. Beauty in uncertainty. Beauty in simplicity. Beauty in intricacy. Beauty in the vein in a flower petal... Beauty of success in trying times. Beauty in aiding others despite ones personal despair. Transitions are trying times. Timing is everything

     There are two of me; perhaps more. It is an evening of 75 degrees, just past the transition of winter to spring. It is a lovely, breezy day & one of me has suppressed the others' urge to regurgitate my emotional cancer to spare the contamination of beauty.

c.marie