There is Beauty

Britney Broderick

The smoke cleared.
The flames ignited
overshadowing even the tallest of buildings
there were screams and shouts.
People became united.
There is beauty.

The smoke clouded her lungs
as she coughed and ran from the building,
holding him in her arms.
There is beauty.

Sirens wailed
lights flashed.
He’s gone they said.
But there is still beauty.

There is beauty in the storm,
when the screams are silenced by peace.

There is beauty in the sacrifice
the selfless love that can be shown.
There is beauty in the dark
a light at the end of the tunnel
so to speak.
There is beauty.
There is still beauty