And this is the chapter
when it just feels
too much too much
to turn on the light
and so you sit
in the dark.
This is not a myth
in which you are punished,
turned into a tree or a kingfisher—
nor is this the story
in which you discover
your own light.
No, this is the night
in which you are simply
a lifetime of tired
and unable to turn on the light.
And so it’s you
and the night.
It’s you and the night.
And then it’s just the night.
And there it is, authenticity. Last night it was me and the night. Blessings
ah, Jan, and there it is. Sitting with you in the night.
And sometimes it just is the night, and all one can do is hold on to the knowledge that a morning will come … XOXO
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