Beyond lies the answer
As I long for the touch of purity upon my flesh,
Wither away I am the waters receding the shore.
Oh cursed thou art for what we hold dear,
Wager the comfort of whats safe and warm.
Scars outweigh the flesh that replaces my heart,
Stripped away as paint old neglected barn.
Sunshine amiss fear ye the storm,
As to a mother mourning the unborn.
Gripping wretched hole in my chest,
Battered and beaten nothingness left.
Wicked darkness have ye blessed this day
Summon thine wind to carry me away.
Grateful for the dark in this I find peace
For absence of dark means no light could be....
@JustCory88 This feels like a slow unraveling, each line peeling away layers of grief and acceptance. And that final realization, that darkness gives light its meaning, ties it all together in a way that feels both heavy and strangely peaceful. A beautiful poem!
I couldn't described it better myself and I'm the writer. Thank you and at the time in my life that I wrote this it was very much a slow unraveling.
