i want to be known for my darkness as well as my light
too often people praise “the light”
and run from “the dark”
they feed each other though you see
and a perpetual striving after one
will leave you with heaps & heaps
of untouched treasure on the back burner
continual striving after light
does not bring light
sometimes going into darkness
the seed breaks & dies and struggles in dark & chaos and no one congratulates it. if they see it in half-form they may even toss it out. but when it is a flower
oh when it is a flower
everyone wants to be around to catch a whiff of the beauty
oh the smell, oh how soft, how exquisitely beautiful
but death is what the flower has known, death is what she has come from
and to only praise the flower for her beauty
how simple… how natural…
but am i the only one among us who has suffered?
am i the only one among us who has known the dark & so honors it
i know i am not
but where, where is everyone in the darker moments?
in their own darker moments?
or are you too busy chasing light?
not realizing the incredible growth that darkness affords?