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People love in one of two ways.

They either love selfishly -
Where they love the parts of you that are easy to love, the light.
They use their love like a weapon to try and force you to change, to conform, to fit in the box that they deem appropriate.

Or... They love unconditionally -
Where they love all of you including the parts of you that are hard to love, the dark.
Their love is given freely even when it isn't returned and never do they ask you to conform.
They allow you to be free, to be you.

The second, sadly, is a dying concept. People have forgotten that we all have pasts, all hold darkness.
That darkness, those burdens are what mold us and create the foundation of who we are and will become.
It is a rare person who can see another, with their darkness behind them, spread out like majestic wings and accept and embrace all of who they are.

For years I have allowed myself to be molded, forced and made to fit into boxes too small to hold me for fear of loosing those I loved.
It is only now, recently, that I have learned that my wings, my strength and my foundation are always the things that others wish to change about me.

No more.
No more will I allow my greatest strengths to be deemed unworthy by those who are afraid to love unconditionally.
No longer will I allow those who love selfishly to dictate what parts of me are lovable.

I have always loved with all of me, accepted all of others (even the parts that hurt me) because I thought that by doing so, it would be returned.
I will continue to love in this way, whole heartedly and unconditionally.
I will just no longer stay when I am pressured to conform to another's standard of acceptable.

I have learned to walk away from those I love so I may be true to myself. One day, maybe I will find another who has learned to love and accept all that someone has to offer.
If that day comes, I'll be ready to receive what I have always given and grant another what they have always craved.
Untill then, I'll love truly for all of those who cannot, in hopes that they will see what it means to love unconditionally...
I can hear the rain as it patters and pours,
To my battered soul it sings and calls.
With the promise to wash away,
To cleanse in the hope of a new day.

I hear the wind and it howles and roars,
To my demons it shouts and lures.
With the temptation to allow them out to play,
To give them the freedom they so crave.

I see the lightning as it flashes and crashes,
To the furthest reaches my broke pieces it scatters.
With but hints of bright beacons,
Quick flashes to find them.

My world is not the same as the one that you live in,
I think at this point, that's a given.

For I am a creature not born but made,
To stay in this world, its the price that I paid.

But there is a vail between my world and yours,
A shroud of darkness that I don't push away.
After what I've lived,
It has the right to stay.

My darkness has taught me so many precious things,
Far more than the light or joy that sings.
Your world is light with mottled shadows few and far between.
My world is dark with pinpoints of light that glitter and gleam.

Your darkness you avoid while I live in mine.
It's why I can truly appreciate the light when it shines.
I never take a single glimpse for granted,
Because it's more than what I had when I first started.
The world rejects the darkness I hold.
Always I am told it's wrong.
I'm told to hide it, get rid of it.
Don't let it fester,
Destroy it to be better.

My darkness is only labeled so because of the world.
It's just another part of who I am to me.
What if the world is wrong about what's okay for me to be?
Should I hate half of me because they said to?

Well, skrew that!
The side of me they hate, I love.
Where they say it's a flaw,
I say its my fight.
That darkness that they so despise is why I'm still alive.
It's made me strong, been my comfort and taught me what I'm worth.
The dark is my friend, it's held me through my tears and coached me through my fears.
For my darkness isn't something for you to rid me of.
It's my home,
My kingdom,
Where the weak go to die;
And so they fear it.
Broken promises are like shattered glasses that aren't cleaned up.
Eventually there's nowhere left to walk without getting cut,
whether you broke them or not.

Broken hearts are like drying puddles in full sun of a desert.
Eventually they wither away and dry,
leaving only a cracked, unmalleable surface.

Broken souls are like colors faded to grays.
Though beautiful they have no luster and life they cannot sustain.

Broken promises
lead to broken hearts
and broken hearts
cause broken souls.

Only the truely strong can survive a real broken heart and not let it touch their soul.

Can you?
Can I?

I guess in time we'll know.
I see the darkness surround you as it opens it mauw.
Watch you struggle to get out before it closes the door.
The light I have to give could turn the tide in your battle.

I give you my light
and let the darkness have me.
I do not fear the dark the way that others do.

While they watch and think me drowned,
I return it's embrace.
The darkness doesn't consume me,
it bends and obeys.

Darkness is my kingdom where I create and I thrive.
I don't need the light for which you fight and strive.
All I need do if I want light,
is to make it.

Do not fear the dark when it is your friend.
A hard one I admit,
for it will teach you to never bend.
The dark will teach you to thrive where others always fail.

Come play in my kingdom and I'll keep you safe.
I'll teach you the land and the best places to play.
Show you its wonders and all my favorite spaces,
that taught me how to live in both places.

Come,
find the other half of your soul
and together we'll stitch it, mend it
and make it whole.
For you are neither darkness nor light,
you're a blend of both, as it right.

So do not hide who you truely are,
for within you
lies power unmatched by far.
Join my kingdom and I'll teach you to rule,
I'll show you the magic you have within you.

Come, lost soul and take it all in.
Your creations are waiting for you....
to be happily blended again.

— The End —