Black holes cannot be such
without the infinite wisdom of light
shining upon bleak dreariness
illuminating the crippling
dank dust of despair
like a feather caressing the skin
without the perception of touch.
Ignominious shadows
cast upon those
purest of heart,
emoting the feelings of labels
rather then shining
on with true intent.
Forgo mirrors of wanton eyes,
dismember the punching fists of the soul,
relish unto thee with the spectacles
of honesty achieved only
from the renaissance of innocence.
Shedding societal layers
that muddies conceptions
and earnestly encounter the origin
of one.
Reach back into the hole,
the beginning
of feeling,
the freshness of life,
feeling sensations alive
for the first time.
When simplicity of sensations
rushed over the senses
like an awakening of awe.
Appreciating comes from fulfillment
or ease of a suffering.
Happiness comes from tasting struggles,
knowing sadness and fully
grasping contentment.
Idleness robs the human experience
of tasting mother Earth's
delectable menu of passion.
Embody this spirit and darkness
will only be a necessity of happiness
not a permanent dweller.
Silver trophy winner
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