Someone once gave me a gift

a small polyhedron, parceled and thin

tied with strings, so as to not unfurl

"What for?" I asked unsure,

and heard back, distance unknown,

"I was reminded

of the matchbook girl,

and this...

is a tinderbox

world."

there are shades of darkness

tints of pressing pain

taken as a whole

unbearable

this box

so very much like

grandma's button basket

often sorted over spent hours

into like piles shapes tints meaning

separate sheer sadnesses from the unbearable

that doubled you over never ever to recover from

the gift is you still exist to ponder categorize arrange

There is a time and a place for Sorrow. Let Sorrow make a home in you.

Sorrow bathes and lathers.

It soothes.

Sorrow is a strange thing.

Sorrow is the weeds in our soul.

Try to purge it and it grows back as quickly as it came.

Sorrow makes the world stark and real.

Sorrow creates a want for more.

Sorrow is the hallowed breath.

Listen.

Sorrow blooms gratefulness.

Awe.

The truth about darkness is it dissipates once exposed to light. Which means, when you remove the lid on a box of darkness, the darkness is banished. This immediately eases your burden. So, the gift is not what’s filling the box. The gift is the opportunity to lift the top, proving you can let in light.

Finding the courage to neutralize any darkness you’re holding onto is empowering, not only for you but to everybody who sees you take control and is inspired to expose their own personal, concealed darkness.

You may never know why a loved one gave you a box of darkness. It may have been by accident. It may have been intentional. And you may not even realize the box you’re in possession of contains darkness. But discovering you can rid yourself of this negativity reveals an important ability you will use throughout your life.

Every side conversation

Is like a weight on my throat

Small talk happens

But its the silence that says the most

I gave you space

And you stay amongst the stars

We once orbited

But now its gone too far

I offered my best

But humans error

Its like we never spoke

Its like you never cared

Winds of mistrust fill your sail

The look in your eye expects me to fail

Reading into the feel of your words

Its like auditory braille

I leave the space open

Friendship never dies

But im kicking myself

And praying for my own demise

Tears drop from each eye,outracing each other down your cheek.

What did you see and feel when you stared down the memories,did it make you feel incomplete?

You glanced at that old photograph with a closed mind and eye.

Do you see yourself in that picture,your forced smile beaming like a storm cracking open the sky.

You were there,you made those four walls of polaroid so complete.

Please don't rip the memories in two,without you there the years of cherished moments will sink down in tears of defeat.