Turn not this beauty from your skin,
Do not deny its wintry kiss;
This touch of trouble deep within
Has brought you to the brink’s abyss,
Where self is laid on frozen shrine,
Blowing chaff from every cell,
Sowing strength in every line,
Birthing beauty honed by hell.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Oh my goodness–powerful, yet sewn with threads of quiet beauty. Well done–I love it.
Thank you! I see things as I look for beauty that are deeply profound and personal lessons for me. I love that my entire world screams redemption!
I echo that, sweet Mel.
So many powerful metaphors to tell that story.
I’m thinking that we’re meant to see it and experience it ourselves, for it to be showing up in so many different places. Restoration is a profoundly powerful story to tell…
was trying to find my favorite line here … but each one is pretty powerful … you rock, sister!
I’ll take it! 😉 Thanks Heidi…
birthing beauty honed by hell… wow
🙂 What can I say? Hoarfrost brings out the poet lurking within…. hehe
If we could only see what’s being refurbished within while the skin leans away from bone. Faithfully Debbie
It takes eyes of faith to see, for sure!