In a period of true darkness the truth is now clear to see.

Selfish efforts has locked the magical door and thrown out the key.

Each day memories of where the key lies disappears as the ego is allowed to dig deeper.

Wanting to get back what was despite knowing better.

Every attempt to control only pushes the sunshine away.

Regrets becomes the bitter taste left on the tongue everyday.

Despite the ugly words that have been spoken.

One undeserving last chance has been given.

As clear as the tears that drop from sorry eyes.

Realisation that its time to let go and be wise.

For if it was meant to be.

Then the word I becomes we.

Poem by Sarah Martin @sugaroc
Painting by @diegokoi


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