Fare thee well my shadowy friend I will forever recollect Never fully remembering The bizarre blanket of helplessness held around my heart
I am leaving now. Thank you for this mysterious wisdom Not lessons. Not knowledge. Not growth harvested from above ground Wisdom. From deep beneath the surface Everything looks different from the bottom of the well
There was gold hidden in the darkness Each time I caught a glimpse it seemed to vanish Until I realized it was becoming a part of me Because it was beauty intended for me, yet hidden within me.
My roots look inward and upward, discovering branches and leaves. My stuck sadness begins to flow Breaking free from broken freedom As grief gives away it's precious child at the alter My tears have become rain. Thank you, old friend. Godspeed.