Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder

Like an old bureau cast on the side of the road

I was found

I've been stripped down and redone

There is pain in the process

I try to force the artist to go against the grain

Stubborn drawers don't want to open up

Bitter splinters are shaved away

The result is always beauty

But not everyone values antiques

And a varnish polished on the outside doesn't penetrate or last

From my core though, I know I am made for more than this

And I will trust that

Because what comes from within is much more mighty than what my critics might suggest