Now here is some vivid imagery with powerful sentiments.
Well worth a read
[an allegory by ~burning woman~ ]
After the dark night of the soul, when the battle is won, morning comes. But the sun does not shine that day.
You’ve won the battle, you know this, but all around you are the bodies of friend and foe alike and in this twilight you can no longer tell the difference, nor care who the dead are, except that they are dead and so are you.
In your own eyes; in your feelings, you’re not the great winner; the hero; the one who took the day. You’re the survivor while the best things of your life lie dead at your feet.
You don’t know what to do. You feel blood on your hands; on your body. Though most of it isn’t yours, yet you well know it is an indelible mark that will never wash away. You remember. You’ve been here before.
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