Fare thee well my shadowy friend
I will forever recollect
Never fully remembering
The bizarre blanket of helplessness held around my heart
I am leaving now.
Thank you for this mysterious wisdom
Not lessons. Not knowledge.
Not growth harvested from above ground
From deep beneath the surface
Everything looks different from the bottom of the well
There was gold hidden in the darkness
Each time I caught a glimpse it seemed to vanish
Until I realized it was becoming a part of me
Because it was beauty intended for me, yet hidden within me.
My roots look inward and upward, discovering branches and leaves.
My stuck sadness begins to flow
Breaking free from broken freedom
As grief gives away it's precious child at the alter
My tears have become rain.
Thank you, old friend.