Even Me

Sometimes I wonder if deep inside I fear writing today?

Worried, in case it sparks the restlessness,

Bringing back the struggle to accept normal, or reality, or sanity

Or whatever it is that I’ve wrestled with, that seems now to be gone

In order to know the light, you must know darkness

As there is no darkness without light

If you don’t know the darkness, how will you know what is light?

However knowing the darkness does not mean accepting it

Nor does it mean living in it

Why do we look at others and admire their gifts longingly?

Yet question whether we have worth or talent ourselves?

We all have our light

We are all unique, special in our own way

Even you, even me 🙂