And with all the stories stripped away
The awareness left can be so painfully silent
Painfully lonely
When there is nothing left to analyse
No one left to blame
Not even myself
That moment before acceptance, peace
when the darkness embraces me
with love
And I twist and turn to get away
But it holds me like a mother holds an upset child
Until I finally surrender in its arms
That moment just before it releases me to run back into the light to play
Yep, that moment…
Johanna Benevole 