Dark is to light, as black to white.
When we write, from what place?
amongst the shadows,
without face; leeching for love,
my cup empty,
heart scattered into pieces.
exploring unclimbed mountains,
where weakness and courage elope,
advancing towards freedom,
My cup fills,
healing below the glimmers of hope.
my world of black,
as it mends into white,
for I know, what is in the dark,
is to rise to meet light.