Relief

it's always darkest before the dawn...and then the magic begins....sounds like you are on an upwards trajectory in this...I love upbeat....L

Thank you, Lawrence. When you hit rock bottom, the only way is up. c:

Nicely done.  
Not to write a whole story here, but back in the day I had a long spell of recovery.  I took up writing to be my window and it turned out to be my salvation.  Because of others reaching out, and interacting.  Then, I got so much better, that writing got put away.  Big jump; I've came back to writing, again, matured and with a better sense of self and humanity.  I won't make the mistake of not writing anynore.  It's always been my paper boat. If it sinks, I just make another.  All the while, I'm following them each as they lead me to better places.  
You have a great sense of self, and you display it very well in your writing.
Keep doing this.  It's salvation.

Thank you for your comment, Styxian. I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. I too have had a long pause from writing anything. I've just returned to DUP in the new since I found my passion and inspiration again. Writing is very important to me, and I love it very much.

In relation to my own personal experience this spoke volumes in ways unimaginable. Thank you for the read! Keep on keeping on, friend.

Favorite stanza: “ In relief, in release
As I’m stitched back piece by piece
To reconnect with my true self
And the dark night of the soul can finally be placed back on the shelf.” ♥️
Love and light,

~P.G x

Thank you for your comment, P.G, and for adding my poem to your reading list. I'm glad you enjoyed it. The dark night of the soul has been going on for too long. It's not quite on the shelf yet, but it will be soon enough. Love and light to you as well.

"My soul returns to the source," this line reminded us of a thought that we once had of all energy returning to the mother source. This is some tight writing we're liking this

Thank you for your comment, I_IS_ME. I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. Energy can't be created nor destroyed; just altered. There have been studies done where people on their deaths bed were weighed before and then after they actually died. The moment they died, a few grams were shed off their prior weight. To me, that's quite the proof. Even without those studies, I do believe in the soul. We all came from somewhere, so when our mortal shells die, we must go back to where we came from.

Well penned LC…

Thank you, LDF. I'm glad you enjoyed my poem.

It's a lovely poem. I was just wondering the price of the rent. 🤣

Thank you for your comment, Billy. The rent always goes up, but it goes on a case by case basis.

The sentiment is strongly worded, and universal. Western culture is dogged by the onslaught of being told we are 'sinners', with its knock-on effects of "not good enough" and "could do better". The only way out now is through the dark night of the soul, with unconditional love and acceptance of ourselves as our accompanying best friend. I'm glad you wrote this poem.

Thank you for your comment, Josh. I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. Only we can truly process our thoughts and previous actions, go within to reflect and decide what's best for us to improve and go about our lives.