I watched you burn so many times
I stayed as close as I could
And I held inside me and then released
So many of the tears they stole away from you
I should be grateful for this
To have been given this strength
And feel so sad for all of the times
I attacked myself over being real
There was no way to save you
Those seven years ago
They decided to cut off the supply of air
Because they did not have the will to really care
Only wanted rid of the ‘burden’ of you
I watched it all and wept
And drowned my voice
And in a way it was a liberation
When you returned to Source
Today I feel your spirit all around me
And a black crow just cried
Which reminds me you are close
Weep for me sister
But I am strong
It will not be long before
I will be free of this loveless place
This world is a spiritual wilderness
Until we awaken
And this can only happen
If we allow our heart to break
Open
Over and over and over again
Instead of trying to stand
So still and impervious to it all
Made hard by an indomitable will
That will not ever allow itself to
Surrender
And completely open it’s heart
To love
Emerging From The Dark Night 
My God, what a poem! It echoes what I went through. Indeed, “This world is a spiritual wilderness,” and I am in it — until I am not.
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Exactly!!
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Thank you for that poem, it helps me get through the night.
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That brings me happiness.Thank you. Wishing you a good sleep. 🦋💙
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And I thank you. Good night.
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Always here any time.. I know those long dark nights well. ❤
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It is, often hard, when we want to, save someone, but, we weren’t, supposed to, and, we carry that guilt, of watching that individual suffer, even though, we weren’t meant to save her/him, we still, feel, responsible, for what happened, to them…
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Yes maybe it is all a part of the human maturing experience. 🦋💙
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