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 🙂
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