There are times when
your heart gets shrunk,
wrung dry
and dejuiced by pain.
It becomes small
and darkness swallows it.
Accept it.
Fight it
and darkness becomes a demon.
Accept it.
Allow it to squeeze you more.
All this breaking
is in fact making,
It will push you
to the breaking limit,
You have to stop it
just a step before that
with your faith in life,
It’ll hold you in its womb,--
in that creative pitch black
cocoon,
And deliver you,
Open you again
to life, light and love.
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