Monday, April 15, 2024

Like a sculptor chipping away
at unformed stone to reveal
the masterpiece waiting within,
we spend our days shrieving,
stripping the hurt, lonely layers,
peeling the protective skins fear
believed we needed, pulling off
cloak and shroud and veil to leave
our light unencumbered at last,
shining just as it always has, but
brighter without our shadows
to dim us.