Lay me down in a golden field
Love
Allow me to watch the passing clouds
Float by
A passing reminder
That no brightness can be annihilated for so long
By darker things
Remind me that darkness
Shows me what is light
Glimpsed in abandoned places
Where the night mind presses in on me
Where I feel myself lost
And unknown
Help to remind me
I am not lost
But in recognising my lostness
I am already
Two parts of the way home.
Emerging From The Dark Night 
That is one of my coping skills, to try and understand that to live someone has to die, to be happy someone is in pain and although I feel that life can feel like punishment I try to see that everything has an opposite so its part of the (Grand?) scheme
LikeLike
That is a very wise insight. But I do feel we can be happy and others don’t necessarily have to suffer. I just wrote that poem as a stream of consciousness with no thought or analysis at all. Its interesting to hear your take on it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So,so beautiful.
LikeLike
Thank you..💖
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on Orthometry.
LikeLike