the burgeoning light beckons to you
but it can’t come in.
you’ve closed the door,
pulled the shades over the windows,
closed your heart first,
then your mind,
then your spirit
to the possibility
the heartbreak, the disappointment, the pain, the abandonment
created a less-than you, a you that does not trust,
but the light knocks on the door—
it is insistent,
so you cower,
afraid that it might see you, even in the dark, even in your dark.
it’s too late, you yell
i am now a hopeless cause
i am now without hope.
don’t taunt me with your silly possibilities,
i’ve heard it all before.
i no longer trust anyone.
i no longer trust you.
i no longer trust myself.
then you collapse in a pile of gut-wrenching pain—
the kind of pain that comes from deep within a damaged human,
only a fragment of what was,
what could have been,
what should have been
the burgeoning light beckons to you.
you slowly open the door.
when you feel as if the world conspires against you
when you feel as if there is no one who has your back
when you feel as if you are truly alone
when you feel as if you are without hope
most of us have gone there
most of us have felt pain
most of us have known disappointment
most of us have hidden from the light at some point
most of us understand you.
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