My outstretched hands are becoming accustomed
to the solitude into which you have thrown me,
more alone
than I could ever bear to be.
I am learning to live
with the death you have chosen for me,
more painful than any death
I have ever chosen to go through.
My eyes are adapting
to the darkness you have chosen for me,
darker than any darkness
I ever knew or chose.
I am learning to recognise
the many disguises of your love,
deeper than any love
I have ever experienced.
And slowly it dawns on me
being lonely is: turning to you
death is: a deep and joyous life
darkness is: finally seeing your light
and love is: being born over and over again.
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