...It Will Dissipate

They won't tell you how it goes

Because it doesn't go away all at once

It doesn't turn on and off like the sun comes down and up

An hour of twilight and then the night

An hour of dawn and then the day.

 

No, it will stick with you for the rest of your life

And you will never be free from it.

 

But you will learn what it means to live again

Fetal, blind, you will crawl slowly into that dawn

 

And although you carry the night with you

The light all around will make it seem

Like the smallest, strangest ball of darkness

Paling in comparison to the realness

Of what you experience.

 

You will learn what it means to feel again,

Because forcing back that darkness is as if

You've been drunken and numb all your life

And suddenly you're sober, and all

That the world wants to do is take your hand

And teach you every detail of every flower

And why the bees touch them so gently

All over again

 

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