carelessly swept my emotions under the rug
and left my feelings out to dry.
ran from myself
until I ran out of breath.
footsteps became hollow
and my mind empty, too full of things
I was told would make me happy.
of my life that I kept hidden,
neatly folded and tucked away
within the cool dark recesses,
began to attract my attention.
I finally stepped inside to look around,
I saw the darkness was nothing to fear,
saw the shadows turn into light and disappear.
began to weep, wailing in the safety of my room,
unashamed of the depth of my sadness and despair,
sobbing for my wounds, for everyone’s, and everything
and for no reason at all.
I wept openly in the arms of others
who began shedding their own fears.
late at night, when the moon comes calling and shadows fall,
I find stars filling my eyes instead of tears.
each day, when the sun again rises, filling the morning sky,
I find sweet rest in its healing, radiant light.
Brooks Garten Hauschild , © 2012.
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