There is beauty in dark times, in times of darkness,
Like a train crossing a tunnel, with no source of light,
In those frames, you are forced to see a reflection,
Often grayscale images, on these frames,
But there is something weirdly comfortable about these,
Moments of darkness, with each frame filled with reflections,
Of your own self, and there is something beautiful,
In these old lost bits of buildings, in these underground passages,
With torn weary passages, and old left alone walls,
Almost darkened, and gloomy, there is something painfully beautiful about them,
And it is not even about waiting for the light,
For the usual advice that the light would be easier to accept, appreciate,
Once through the tunnel, through the darkness or bad times,
There are these tiny bits of light, scattered around,
peaking through the rocks always for relief,
But what I realized, there is an odd beauty, and a reason,
For this existence, this experience,
Of you going through insurmountable obstacles,
A reason for you to go through your own version of,
“Why did I have to go through this?”
There is beauty, a journey in pain,
In all your why’s, there is a reason for you to go through this,
There is something sweet about this sour, and sadness,
There is hope, hope that you survived it all,
Staying strong, there is beauty in this individual you became,
Through it all, through the worst of these phases,
You know, there is a core, to your story,
Don’t run away, why expect it to be something,
Accept it, agree with it, live with it, and most importantly
Love it, these imperfect, broken edges of these muddy walls,
There is some serenity, something magical,
Ohhh okay I am not naively talking about just the beauty of it,
Of course, there is pain, there is hurt, tears, suffocation,
There are sleepless nights, there are days when you find no base at all,
Days when there are tears, cries, scary days,
But there are these cracks of escaping light, especially, exactly in these moments,
There are these beautiful escapes, places, people, things, souls, music,
Bright-eyed, rabbit people, like bear hugs, or just laying there by the side,
With you, there is hope, in these times because these escaped bits of love, and life,
And what’s so beautiful about it all is, you learn to appreciate it more,
Love it, recognize it all! \