Strung through the cracks in the light
Quietly lost in focus
Merciful pain, gently waning in the moonlight
She is the mother of all compassion, still
I am a suggestion of shame
Reflections of a pride-less nature
Competing with the profound intentions of loss
Secretly unworthy, learning of life’s lessons
Abyss wanderer, they say
Free of form and void
*Never letting go