Holding in my hands
Your gift bestowed unwanted
To me an affirmation of sorrow
Crucifixion of my heart and soul
Left dripping with melancholy...
Still I hold this sacred knowledge
Transforming this curse into
Blessings which frees my existence
Propelling me onward to embrace
Luminaria of a candle burning within...
Overabundance of purposeless
Realities masked by inconsequential
Addictive savoir-faire arrogance
Will not abide with me ever to
Destroy the elegance of transcendence...
At last seeing the truth I refused to
Acknowledge existed within your being
Eyes wide open encompassing with
Forgiveness granted for verified vision
Assumed in this time of darkness ...
Someone I once loved gave me
This box of darkness bringing
Perspective retrospect revelation
Now I know this is my gift...
Freeing My Soul....
Copyright © 2012 Barbara MacDonald
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.”
** RUMI **