The storm
passed.
I walk the
cliff in darkness.
All I can do
is be me;
Be honest as
possible,
Pick out my
bugs and worms,
Anger and
self-pity,
Constant
judgement,
Despair, the
need
To feel
wiser, better.
In darkness,
I offer
A blessing
For every
soul,
The
suffering,
The lonely,
The
confused,
The
different.
For us.
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