The holes that make us Whole
There are dark holes in what make us whole.
The gaping gaps we dread to face and feel.
The holes we wish to bury,
Hoping that they’re no longer real
Abandoned among eternal darkness in fear,
We mourn the missing, the hurt the pains, the gone.
But just because our dark holes exist,
Doesn’t mean we aren’t still ‘one’
As ‘one’ we tread through treacherous and uncontrollable grounds,
Sometimes falling down the rabbit hole.
But making our way out, despite strongest doubts
Is part of what seeks to make us whole.
To seek the light, we must embrace the dark
And sit through all the mist, the mud and murk.
At times unknown, in fear and dread,
Is when we grow most strongest to do our work
For our real work can not be pursued,
if we always seek the sun.
Sometimes its oddly wise, to delay our rise,
To fulfil in the darkness what must be done
The scars etched by our traumas
May leave us feeling empty, porous and weak
But to know the entire universe is filled with dark and empty space,
Can help us find what we truly seek…
And even in the teensy spaces between our cells,
That swim in darkn