I know what it is to subsist under the weight of darkness.
I know about the exponential effort to drag yourself through the day,
limb by leaded limb.
I know about that magnetic force that paralyzes you,
into the chair in front of your computer screen:
a planned paramnesia,
as your only antidote for this suffering,
when you “can’t make it,” again.
And I know how these very words- “I can’t,”
become a repetitive reel,
ruminating and rising,
ton by laden ton,
they build bars,
around your soul,
you struggle for air,
yet all you find is anger.
But I also know what it is to live.
I know what it is to bathe my spirit in sunlight,
and breath the sweetness of serenity.
I know about allowing oneself to be carried, by wisdom,
gathered of seamless connection,
the common pulse of all living beings,
and the oness that confesses,
that light and darkness are the same.
I have been held by the healing energy,
of an embrace,
washed in the humble purity,
of children’s laughter,
reveled in my own worth,
and in that of every other,
seemingly insignificant life,
of this whimsical world.
I also know enough,
to know that I know less,
than what I don’t,
and that I cannot live in,
because to do so,
would be to fall into deception,
and roll again,
under the weight of darkness.