I don't need you
to change me.
Just help me become
who I Am.
It is good
and it is very good
to feel precisely
what I am feeling.
The cloud of grief,
the downpour
of despair.
I dissolve
in healing rain.
There is no darkness
left to penetrate.
I am all night.
Then may arise
a liquid sliver of the sun
on the jagged edge
of mourning.
This is how a bud
breaks open,
spilling beauty
from its wound.
This is how a chrysalis
frees the golden moth
from its season
of uncertainty.
This is how your tear
becomes the sky.
Photo by Laurent Berthier
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