Light in the Darkness

Through years in silent prison spent
the world came, the world went
as I within my temenos
sought peace in solitary pose

asking little, receiving nought
I followed the voice that said I ought
to be more loving, understanding
till falling, I could sight no landing

and finally, on reaching source
I saw the figure of remorse
The unloved child that dwelt within
who was taught that loving self was sin

I gathered this child within my arms
in consolation after all the harm
and finally conscious, truth as light
I loved myself, in child’s plight...

? Michaelette ?

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