Sometimes…

Sometimes the darkness descends,

the despair, the anxiety, the shame
all the thoughts of should’ve, could’ve
all the turns taken that presented you with a closed door,
a solid wall.

Sometimes the darkness feels so scary, so threatening,
like it will suffocate you,
drag you under its weight of unmet dreams,
drown you in its ocean of grief.

I know everything in you wants to deny it, run away,
get rid of it
anything not to feel it.

And yet,
maybe just maybe
you can still your beating heart for one moment
take one breath
and very slowly and gently
turn to face this bleakness

Maybe, just maybe
this darkness, this bleakness
are parts of you that you’ve shunned, avoided,
done all in your power to push away from you?

What if these are the parts of you desperate to be seen, to be met
to be given a home by you?
Your very own orphaned children,
desperate for your kindness, your love

What if you could open your arms to your own despair?
What then would be possible?

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