Those Who Behold

‘“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’

A wish so desperately to be older

To see the world in shining lights

To not be afraid of the nights

To look at the dark and feel no fear

To fall asleep at night without shedding a single tear

To be loved and have a family of our own

To fall asleep next to someone so we’re not alone

The aspirations of the young mind, they glamour the ugly truth

And we’ll wish to go back and live in our youth

When we grow up and see the world and all our innocence sheds

We see them, we know they’re there, we check for the monsters under our beds

But they don’t live there, they live in our heads

They go where we go and sleep where we sleep

It feels like they are the Shepherd and we are the sheep

But have you ever seen the light at the end of the tunnel?

Seen the end of our trouble?

Have you seen the wings that fly beyond?

Seen the doves that when we call, they respond?

Felt the love in your heart?

Seen the Demon’s counterpart?

Heard the Angels sing?

Flown on those golden wings?

Looked up so high that the Heavens seem home?

Watched as the Seraphim dance and roam?

Have you wondered why the sun shines?

Where are our guidelines?

Have you ever wondered why the sun sets?

Ever wonder how you have so many regrets?

The Light is overcome by Darkness

The love replaced with the heartless

But the Light continues to fight, and it rises and consumes the dark

The clouds disappear and in its wake is the golden arc

As a child, all we saw was safe and scary

We believed in the monsters and the faeries

We looked up to our parents because they were always here

We didn’t know what would happen when they disappear

Now we see why mom was so tired

We see what they did and who they inspired

We see their fight and we feel the battle call

We see how our beauty started small

It grew as we did, and it didn’t die

We were blinded and the mirror, it loved to lie

We see who we’ve become and how far we came

That none of us are to blame

That no one should be ashamed

Life, we all go through it

We can submit or we can persist

Our parents chose to fight even when the Demons settled in

The looked at their children and those eyes told them to win

It is a battle between the ages

Each new war fills the pages

We can fight or lay our weapons down

We can choose to survive or to break down

Life fills us with memories we cannot forget

Leaves us with Demons who’ll always be a threat

We’ll see ourselves in the years to come

And be glad we refused to succumb

We have come from our cocoon

Risen and faced the moon

We spread our wings and take to the air

We’ll see ourselves and realize the beauty was always there

Life: it is a circle, the Light rises and it sets, it burns, and it smolders

And beauty will always be in the eyes of the beholders”

Written by Malin N. Hohenberger