Good and bad —
Light and darkness —
Day and night —
I've tried to be divine,
And I've run from evil,
Or so it seemed...
But the evil within me —
Wouldn't leave;
I pray,
I repent,
I accept shame
as my cloak;
I shrivel the goodness
Unseen...
I split,
Disconnect;
Become a kaleidoscope
of regret.
Days lost
in a fruitless
quest —
Isn't it easier
to just
Embrace the evil within me?!
Is that love?
Loving evil;
Heaven's dove?
Or is that truly absurd?!
This poem has already
Gone on, way too long,
But since I have run
from evil so strong,
Turning towards
loses its terror.
In some ways, the practice of reflection is so freeing - coming face to face with myself and instead of freezing, I hold the mirror up and embrace the ugly, broken parts.