Shadow Work
I could poetize all night,
And I think I might.
It’s what happens when all is
Brought into the light.
Your demons, they scream
And they rage and they steam,
Coming out of their cage
As in some awful dream
But once they appear
And step out of the dark
You recognize they are
Just pieces of heart.
You see that they wail
and they squeal and they cry
To be heard, to be held,
To be seen, recognized.
That is when deep inside you
Compassion can bloom;
You can love scary bits
If you just make some room.
In this final raw state
You grow into you
Because what you did hate
Is what makes you whole, too.
~Meg Vlaun
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