The Simple Voice

the deepest darkest place in my being

a place I once dwelled too often

is dark, but the realization has come

that it is still light

with its many shades of grey,

a lot of black,

and some white

but still: light

I have often asked

as many before me have:

why is there suffering?

now, I ask:

why do I feel so alive,

when I go to that deep, dark place

with its many shades of grey,

a lot of black,

and some white

but still: light

or

still: life…

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