I am deeply grateful that my darker, wounded places within.

Did not disintegrate when I cursed them and shut them out.

They always, it seems, had faith in the goodness in me, in us.

Knowing that one day, I would learn to listen, see and feel all of me; the saddened, shadowy and grief filled.

They knew that our blooming depended on becoming whole again.
That no matter how many times I tried to bypass their voices.

I would one day come seeking their truth, their forgiveness, their teachings.

Of how to love, to understand and to care for my being.
Of how to be whole.