There is no ugliness in the dark, it now soothes my soul.
It is pruned and hidden behind all that I know.
A midnight hour…now, has become as slow and methodical, as a turtle in spring time.
Quiet, watchful and meandering.
Where there had once been discomfort from the levels of kindness…
I offer myself, whatever will be…will be.
Where had once been fear and disenchantment…
No more hardship.
I am hidden and appointed…no longer is there someone else’s misery.