Mirror Lane
I found beauty on mirror lane. I never had before. It had been destroyed by stones. Thrown so hard that the streets cracked. And shattered glass from Windows, so cars couldn't reach their destinations. Tornados ripped away trees, So they never grew into their full potential. My heart ached for the roadkill. That were trampled over, As if their life only meant that much of a plastic bottle thrown out without remorse. It's beauty had been stripped away ever since the first patch of grass dried. Left to be destroyed by anyone that crossed it's path. I never liked mirror lane. So I avoided looking in its direction. Hoping maybe the conditions would change if I believed that they didn't exist. But now I'm starting to enjoy its flaws. Everything coming together to create a mosaic. Each "flaw" creating its own story. Of beauty and excitement. Now mirror lane, Is where I go to find beauty.