make the most of these nights,
where sorrow cannot be smothered –
when the soul is brave enough to taste
the truths of it’s own brokenness.
lay within this sorrow,
rejoice in the pain,
allow the truths to flow,
the inner demons of the
darkest plagues.
feel it on these nights,
as the moon is shrinking smaller,
when a star’s light compels
the anguish of repressed pain –
allow any anger, breathe in the sadness –
feel the rush of this river
that gets trapped behind the dam
of yearning and pretending
to be okay again.
