The Beauty in Breakdown

There she sat,
Lonely at her window sill
Staring into the bright, morning sky,
Painting the old, rundown mill.

The mill was nothing special,
No normal person would take a second glance.
But she saw something more,
It was like a second chance.

She found beauty, hope, and potential
In this rundown mill of hers.
She saw that life held more.
That's what this mill infers.

The peeling paint
Only proved a new color will soon be shown.
A metamorphosis of sorts,
A new you shall soon be known.

The holes in the roof and walls
Were not something to dread.
Instead it was a bit more delightful,
Glowing light was to be shed.

And in this old, decaying mill,
There was more than one could ever expect.
It was the glory that she saw inside
That made her know this was where she would be kept.

She would fix it up,
Turn it into a praiseworthy home.
For in that rundown mill,
Is where her children would one day roam.

She knew that this was true
For she saw something no one else did.
The potential of that old, peeling mill
Would bring a new life for her and her kid.