In the quiet of the night and the brightness of the day,
In the moments of certainty and those of disarray,
The things I experienced are still true,
Even if they seem distant or new.
I can have had love and been afraid,
Of the truth that remained.
Two truths can exist in opposition,
Showing that reality is more than a current position.
Looking for truth to hold my focus,
It’s a moving guide, a rotating compass,
Leading us through both joy and pain,
Navigating loss and the wisdom gained.
Relationships mold us and the others,
They build us up and let us uncover,
Within for change and ideas of self.
Out for love and connection itself.
We are both the sculptors and the clay.
Finding strength in moments of dismay,
Shaped by hands, both gentle and rough,
Sometimes peaceful in times that are tough.
I can be hurt and still be healing,
Embrace the light, even while reeling,
Hold joy in the same breath as sorrow,
From shadows that may come tomorrow.
Life is a tapestry, woven with strands,
In this dance of opposing hands,
Of dual truths that intertwine,
We find meaning, complex and divine.
So in the midst of night and day,
We learn to navigate the gray,
Of right and wrong, of loss and gain,
And in this balance, we remain.
