Flaws

[chimeonthewind]

There is a beauty within the world
which cannot be repressed
in sunlight dancing on wind brushed leaves
in the soft touch of a raindrop on lips
Monochrome emotions running rampant through our lives
force us to cling to what we believe is real

what is real?
what we believe becomes reality,
and reality becomes what we believe
There is no middle ground to stand on
and there is so little to hold to.

It is so easy to lose hope
in this world which seems driven only by the heat of tears
and the fiery passions of hate and desperation
Beauty is perverted, grace desecrated
But look...

There is still the sky
There is still the sunset, with the promise of a new day.
It may not be perfect
and it will be flawed.
but if the flaws were not there,
would we see the glass at all?