Tragic Beauty

Life is tragic beauty
Its pain runs through our veins from birth
Its flames tear apart our illusions of hope
We’re left to die in its ashes
Still clinging to our falling tears of what could have been

But, suddenly when we have lost all hope
That very pain soothes our escape from ourselves
As we endure its tragedy, our hopelessness becomes our ally
And we see, then through its flames into our ashes
Only to discover our true. original self inside
… and we are re-birthed into a diamond of shining beauty to all those around us