At the end of the day
I need to remember
That both things can be true.
Confusion, pain,
And all things ick
Cascade around
Relief, clarity,
And all that's exciting
Try to burst through.
Giving in to the
Seductive begging of
The oozing muck
Feels like a really
Nice idea; just
Not practical.
Life still needs
To be lived,
To be explored.
"I thought we
Would be doing
This together?"
Thoughts bloomed in
Places of love run
To the grave
What did they say?
An object in motion
Will stay going on
Until a force
Strong enough
Stops it's path.
Once a dream of belonging
And love turned
Nightmare in an instant.
Now there is a space
Where sorrow fell and
Gives way to open doors
I honor that space by
Honoring myself, my heart
And the fire it holds.
I will avoid the pathway
That's lined with
Soot disguised as glitter
As I walk, with caution,
Towards the place
I call hope.
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