In that dark dead space where only rumbling and doubt can be heard, a soft voice beckons for the candor that would not dare seek out the light.

Quite daunting it is, sweet child of the night, but only until you allow the truth to find it’s sight.

Tell me dear, what is it that has brought you here?

Is it dread, is it guilt, perhaps it is shame?

Here, a small echo of pain is a sweet song for broken souls to reclaim.

In. And out.

Feel the tension in your muscles and the cloud around your mind.

Now push it away. For here, only solace you will find.

It hasn’t been easy, you carrying all this weight. Speak freely, burdened one, to what other fate?

I’ll tell you this now, as you chose to avow,

For not what they have done, but what have I? It is simply a making of your own forsaking.

Speak it loudly into the abyss, here there is no sorrow missed or beaten hands that won’t be kissed.

It is no question you have done some wrong but my beautiful soul, in a world where blight is gold, you do belong.

Release the words you’ve told yourself, to me, they are nothing else.

Return back to the vacant place behind those eyes where warmth once paced.

This is all you really need to know; where pain once lived love can grow.

Forgive yourself for what you’ve done and think of what is yet to come.

The dark night of the soul will not hurt you

Do not let your name be your affliction it is your greatest virtue.

-A.Y.