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Accustomed to the Dark

Nine months of incubation –
dark, watery womb of life –
emerge to blinding brightness,
learn to covet the light –
yet our soul struggles, defies
ego’s hold on certainty –
fights against conformity,
draws us back to the tomb –
deep into the mysteries,
where discomforted, challenged
we grow accustomed to the dark.

(For Reena’s Exploration challenge, which this week asks us to end our work with: “We grow accustomed to the dark.”  Image from personal collection.)

21 thoughts on “Accustomed to the Dark

      1. It was written so well, and relatable. Did my comment sound inappropriate? I’m awake, and having the worst day…oh well, tomorrow’s another day, Scarlett 🙂

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  1. VJ your poem evoked some powerful images for me. I think one’s mood can so easily become a creature of the caves, dwelling in darkness. I also thought of Gollum in the Tolkien story, how he devolved over time… Good writing, VJ!

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