The Beauty Within
A Poem

In the bleak chambers of my mind I dwell on that fated eve when fire’s fury fell upon my feeble frame, leaving THIS — this gruesome mask of gnarled tissue and twisted sinew to mar my countenance for all my wretched days.
To have that cherished veil of youthful bloom rent and ruined in fate’s cruel grasp! No comfort or respite given to my vacant stares, my muted cries, nor the prayers offered up to unforgiving heavens.
In the sullen streets they shun my monstrous form, averting from my face their nauseated gaze. And like the shadow over my brow harrowing memories of flame and pain and skin a-boil haunt the lightless passages of my soul.
Yet, in dreary days that came, a gentle suitor saw past ravaged flesh, past pain’s disfigurement, and found the beauty lingering within, beyond the horrors that consumed my outer shell. For deep in the psyche yet untarnished, some remnant of forgotten innocence remained, a vestige of the child, before darkness came to reign.






