I'm a firm believer in the idea of Shadow-work being necessary to a healthy frame of mind.
I stand in void, Shaped from shadow, Movement stilled, Breathing shallow. Ink stained Hand of velvet, Lovingly caressed, Trailing regret. Company, sans Companionship Exhausted thoughts Failing to re-equip Nothing to be gained, No loss, mi Amor, Heart’s too fatigued, To love anymore. Cherished Nod, Lay me to rest! Slim solace found, For mind’s unrest.
Poetry by Harakhte
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