what to do with darkness when we discover it
within ourselves, within the secret chambers
of our hearts we never knew, we never noticed?
dark, musky, beauty in the purity of evil that
licks you like a serpent's tongue and leaves a welt,
a burn, poison, seared into disembodied flesh you
don't recognize as your own.
your fights clarify your love, your attachment, but
the pigeon with the broken wing still carries disease
and envy and lust for the freedom of wings beating
against the city air on a sunny day
we see our darkness so that we can forgive, a wisewoman told you,
darkness breeds compassion breeds forgiveness and all of that is
love.
still you hurt, and you go on hurting.
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