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A note
to that bitten-off place of lack in your soul,
struggles stitched in place to cover the hole.
Bow to the struggles
Bow to the lack
Each deserves its time in this world
When you Banish what you feel,
It returns.
Instead, take its hand (that small, cold hand)
outside the doors, where there is wind
where there is weather to be felt.
Encourage that sadness, that worry, those fears
to look up
into the deep blue of twilight or
dawn. Point out how the street lamp
glows brighter against the dark
how the strings of lights make
the neighborhood shine.
Don’t look away, or list all you lack.
Love the light
and acknowledge
the darkness
Bow to how they illuminate
Each other.

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