Essence

In each life there is gold,
but finding it isn’t always easy
for it might be buried
under mounds of criticism
completely hidden from its truth.

Like a sunrise
we can awake the morning
let it reveal the treasures
that were there all along
only in the darkness,
a chamber where gems are sealed away.

With hands that care
it only takes a touch in a word
to open what was closed
then free the butterflies,
every bird that was caged
until it moves in its true beauty.

Then the fringe where we lived
won’t be our existence,
those places felt abandoned
don’t have to be a curse,
because the essence sleeping was awaken
into a season of its evolving
from brokenness to worth.