I don’t need your permission to be sad.
Some days it has to be.
In pain we bring forth life.
In agony,
We feel.
Alone thee,
I will wait for ye.
But solemnly be sealed.
Without the comfort,
Of a warm soul.
The sorrow will devour whole.
So I will wait patiently for one.
Who sees and understands me.
That this must be.
Though not my doing.
That forced into a corner,
Room in.
Due to the world that does surround us.
Forcing us to be.
Making us into something else.
When I just can’t be me.
I’ll wait in the sorrow.
In the darkness of my embittered soul.
tHis towering figure of a man.
Black as night.
And entrenched within.
Like a vampire with no reflection.
His arms surround you within the gloom.
And amid the blackness,
I’ll seize this warmth.
Amid the bright full moon.
And swoon within a mystery.
A beautiful darkness,
Beneath.
Feel,
And heal.
And return in strength.
To fight those who would steal.
Our joy.
~ 3/8/19
~ CLynn
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