Poem: Discovery


Dark. Silent.



of the timing and color, or even

if morning will come, 
for there are days, weeks, 

lifetimes when it has never arrived, 

when darkness lived far beyond

it’s natural life span. 
And you survived. 
That is your mantra, 

that you are old and your skin is tough

and your scars are worn proudly

like a Warriors’ jewels, 

gaudy and horrible, terrible signs

of a strength you had no idea lived inside of you, 
But now you know
and the knowing brings you peace, 

And patience

To outwait the silence. The dark. 

To will the light that once you believed was beyond the horizon

Until you discovered

It lived within you, 

waiting only for your call. 

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