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Shadow Work

Shadow Work

I could poetize all night,

And I think I might.

It’s what happens when all is

Brought into the light.

Your demons, they scream

And they rage and they steam,

Coming out of their cage

As in some awful dream

But once they appear

And step out of the dark

You recognize they are

Just pieces of heart.

You see that they wail

and they squeal and they cry

To be heard, to be held,

To be seen, recognized.

That is when deep inside you

Compassion can bloom;

You can love scary bits

If you just make some room.

In this final raw state

You grow into you

Because what you did hate

Is what makes you whole, too.

~Meg Vlaun

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