They call her a beautiful mess because they do not understand her...
Constantly trying to trap her in box made of metal bars and no breathing space.
Making her presence seem diminished and irrelevant....
They call her a beautiful mess because she is beyond their comprehension...
So free and honest and constantly in search of more...
More than they will ever be able to wrap their feeble minds around, made of narrow alleyways and lacking of individual thought.
She is a representation of all that they fear and envy, wishing to be able to grasp that childlike awareness complimented by astute and dynamic intellect....
She is what they fear most because she is fearless and real... Loving herself and knowing her worth sends alarm bells off in their minds and they wish to silence her.
She is defiant and strong... They call her reckless and fool hardy.
But none of this defines her, simply because she stretches herself far beyond what any of them will ever be able to understand.
She is dynamite on a war zone, sunshine in a storm and the rainbow during an earthquake ...
So they will learn eventually that she is not at all what they labeled her.
She never was and never will be a beautiful mess...
How could she be, when her soul screams out loud for all to hear,' 'She is freedom and divinity and there is no mess here!'
She is beauty and havoc and order and love.
She is life. Beautiful and mysterious.
- Y. Salmon
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