Dark happiness eclipses bright sorrow,
casting the shadows of pain upon me;
Sharp splinters that penetrate the marrow:
my wounds lay hidden but yours I can see.
Embodiments of your inner anguish,
gateways forced open to set your pain free
these unseen demons you cannot banish,
so you fight with a knife 'til you can see.
Bright sorrow flares behind its dark cover:
it's the blinding white truth from which we hide;
for truth discerned is pain to discover -
so close your eyes and keep it all inside.
I long to hug you and to make you hearthat
your pain is also mine, Sister Dear.
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