The Ambiguity of Darkness
In the dark places of my past and present
Lives an entirely thriving world
Just like the worms and roly-polies
Live, work, and play in the dark soil
Those parts of me that have been buried
Deep in the soil of my heart
Have continued to live, work, and play
As they work, they break down and turn
Converting what would otherwise have been wasted
Into fertilizer
That allows beautiful things to grow
Love.
Hope.
Compassion.
They grow to reach the light
Because of what lives in the dark.
I am as the rest of Mother Nature's creations.
Fire burns and purifies - creating space for new life. My anger.
Thunderstorms turbulently wash away what took time to build-
Simultaneously soaking a thirsty ground. My sadness.
Volcanoes erupt and spew hot molten rock over anything in its path.
Hardened which then becomes tools of life-saving transformation. My disgust.
What I thought was "bad" never was.
What I thought would die in darkness lives.
And because it does, so do I.
Lives an entirely thriving world
Just like the worms and roly-polies
Live, work, and play in the dark soil
Those parts of me that have been buried
Deep in the soil of my heart
Have continued to live, work, and play
As they work, they break down and turn
Converting what would otherwise have been wasted
Into fertilizer
That allows beautiful things to grow
Love.
Hope.
Compassion.
They grow to reach the light
Because of what lives in the dark.
I am as the rest of Mother Nature's creations.
Fire burns and purifies - creating space for new life. My anger.
Thunderstorms turbulently wash away what took time to build-
Simultaneously soaking a thirsty ground. My sadness.
Volcanoes erupt and spew hot molten rock over anything in its path.
Hardened which then becomes tools of life-saving transformation. My disgust.
What I thought was "bad" never was.
What I thought would die in darkness lives.
And because it does, so do I.
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