Inner work

Mine the depths of darkness,

dig through blackened holes,

sweat in tunnelled grieving;

all will be resolved.

 

Dust and ash are swallowed,

light is barely seen,

crouch in narrowed crawl;

fear rewrites the dream.

 

Choke on bitter fadings, 

hold to crippled path,

know it leads to daylight;

horrors never last.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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