Monday, October 9, 2017

PS: Light and dark

You believe you know me because we have laughed together on a golden afternoon, as the first of autumn's leaves turn gold and tumble lazily.

You do not know me until you have walked with me through sodden leaves on a night where the wind whips sleet in your face and white-hot forks of lightning bleed into your vision. Here, I am a witch, the child of the storm; I stand on a hill singing to the maelstrom.

You’ve only seen me laugh. I laugh because I’ve screamed; I smile because I’ve raged; I champion the wounded because I’ve been beaten. I rejoice because I have survived.


You cannot honor my light without accepting my darkness.
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousOctober 9, 2017 at 6:01 PM

    I love it!!!! The imagery it is so beaitifil!!!!
    This is Lanetta

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