The uncontainable smile shaped and strengthened by shadow
The soot
The pastel oils
The soft chalks of depression
Shade every moment
Highlight every joy
We stamp on it
Stomp on it
And still the flower unfurls
even in the hard gray
Unforcable
Untamed
Yet tempered by pain
Into a more glorious purpose
Hated and called false
Because of its shadow
Which shows the shape of hope
The matter of joy
AbyKittiwake 