Debris and litter suffocate the street. Wearing heels, she moves through the clutter knowing untainted paths and bigger things are around the bend.
Barriers unseen, the journey is about to be a bit less congested. And, if there is a detour, she knows to avoid fear and inhale the sights and sounds of the scenery surrounding the journey.
Her dignity will remain. Blind faith abandoned. Hope has its place. But so does logic.
What looked like failure was actually survival. What sounded like despair was actually growing strength. The war resulted in serenity. Her disaster was stunning.
Staring at the remnants, she realized that she loves every piece of the trash. The ugliness, the garbage, and the damage all created a masterpiece. Her treasure. Endless beauty.
She doesn’t throw any of it away and that’s what is so striking. She knows it belongs where it was left. No reason to disregard it. The turmoil, the pain, and the tears made her.