"Beauty Eclipsed"

Comfort is not an attribute among the list of those,

That describe an experience of brokenness.

Splintering dreams and shattering hearts,

Are rarely uplifting in prose.

Instances of illness, of trampled, and of weak,

Are they shared in glorious triumph?

Unattended parades, deserted celebrations,

Swipe away hope from the meek.

There is hope to be found, however,

Amidst the silenced cries of suppression.

For joy can be given in any depression,

That some may see through tear-glazed eyes.

Yea, there is something rare, inside a state of helplessness,

Much sweeter than any peace.

A chance to live, survive at least.

There is beauty within the brokenness.