beauty untamed

a wild rose bush, beautiful but barbaric
with untrained use and inexperienced fingers
might ruin the canvas of its being
pricked by the thorns of anguish and heartache
a caterpillar awakened from its cocoon before its time
expecting flight
crippled wings in actuality
a damaged butterfly with a life as a delicate petal
an adulterer standing on a scaffold
holding the identity of a branded scarlet letter
an untamed beauty
emotionally disfigured
scarred and damaged
soul twisted to a heap of grotesque brokenness
alienated by emotions bound by lack of will
no more motivation to fight
rampant images became a fiery flood
untempered by mercy or compassion
unending guilt bound by sin
led by the monsters of addiction
captivated by a dismal prison
broken and torn apart
whispered lies
as evil scurries across the heart
footsteps silent as death
insecurity strangles
as anxiety struggles to suffocate
deep desires blind reality
forming a cloak of foggy deceit
defiling what was made to be beautiful
defiling a heart made for love
a heart made for purity
meanwhile hope lingers in the corner
an illuminated light
offering a recourse of the pain
offering a bit of illumination in the utter darkness
screaming that the poisoness beast can be defeated
shouting that authority is present
dominion lurks within reach
power presents itself in the form of Majesty
declaring that there is life beyond the hurt
declaring that there is joy
declaring that there is strength found in the depth of a Savior
declaring a future full of prosperity
declaring hope for the beauty untamed
declaring healing for the damaged butterfly
declaring restoration for the exposed
declaring LIFE in the middle of chaotic brokenness

chelsea cameron
5 april 2005