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MORE LIGHT MEANS LESS SHADOW.
When we love the darkness, we integrate it, And it no longer controls us.
I DON'T FIGHT MY MONSTERS I MAKE LOVE TO THEM INTO TOTAL SUBMISSION
Sometimes, I dance with my shadows
I let them take me by the hand and allow
them to lead me around the floor for a while
Some twists here
Some turns there
My skirt billowing in the all-familiar breeze
The darkness brushing against my cheek
(Oh, how I love you darkness)
And I could stay here a while
Lament about my pain
Dance to the sad songs while the tears
stained my cheeks
Oh, the bitterness of endings and
torturous things
Or I could be grateful as hell
The pain showing me the way-
the unseen things become seen
And all of a sudden I am smiling at the light
And I'm remembering who I came
here to be....
LIKE THE MOON THAT HAS TWO SIDES I'M SLIPPING OVER TO THE DARK FOR A LITTLE WHILE. MEET ME HERE....
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Catherine Nyomenda
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Oooo, I loved the darkness here. Loved this so much!
Amazing!