So long have I wallowed.
Bent under by shock, by grief,
By things I found lacking in myself.
So long did I remain there,
looking for sunlight under the door.
looking for moonlight shining on my pillow.
Looking outside of myself for the way,
The truth, the life-when in fact
it had never left me.
It was there, shining within me,
like a bright nugget in the mud.
My vital force, my soul,
that which I thought I had lost.
When actually it was a part of me
who was simply a child,
quivering like a leaf,
wanting only to break free,
was what I had forgotten-
And now remembered.

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