The darkness can become an ally
protecting us from seeing our own secrets.
When we muse over our own memories
It can become a very slippery slope
It can tell us that almost everyone
has let us down a little
and we them.
We learn it is the very chaos of our childhoods
that transform us into something
It could be pure idiocy to say the world has
never met our expectations
When we ourselves
may have yet to figure out
Just what they are.
But lo’ the human heart
has remarkable resilience.
returning to its original form.
Again and Again,
Trying and Trying…
© DiAnne Ebejer
image by Tom McNemar