Like fools
We wrestle with our demons,
Lost in our demise,
Enjoying our distress,
Which allows us to connect
Through that which divides,
Without thought to that which creates

Yet our love is too deep
For this shallow living,
Our souls too great
To be defined by our discomfort,
Instead we seek to name
That which makes us strong –
Our ability to persist,
To make light
Out of night

©SpiritLed 2018