I will carry you
Inside me
Even with all of the pain
Difficult memories will at times
Besiege me
There will be no way to run from them
And so it is I chose to open the door
Perhaps this earthly life is just a time
When our spirits are incapable of seeing
The wounds they do
The damage they bring
And so
After we pass over
Do we get to review and in some way try
To make amends
Through the living?
I do not know
For the ways of life are truly strange
Stranger than fiction
They say
So even as I feel this hurt
Another part of me knows
It was not ever intentionally meant
And yet is still
A painful fiery brand
That seared me
But then you too carried
So very much
I loved you
And also did not love so many of the things you did
And yet, I loved you
What is love?
An extension beyond our own suffering
To feel into the heart and soul and being of another?
Perhaps
Perhaps
Perhaps
Emerging From The Dark Night 