No one tells you this
you have to feel it for yourself.

The darkest hour is just before you're born,
the rest is
history
herstory
binary and non-binary
and digital is fine by me,
but you don't know that and so you go ahead
into the bright lights.
sleepless nights
angst and grief
worry and dread,
all thieves of time
and you think that it's tough
but
there are galaxies being created in your eyes
and it's only when I look into the darkness there
that the stars shine for me and yet you don't see,

what souls wander through your spirit?
how lost does one become before being
lost becomes you?

If I am to be found wanting
it will not be for the lack of love.