How do you fair when the demons inside your mind
Grab your hopes and dreams, rattling them like
Money inside a tin can, creating a noise that is lonely,
Breaking your soul in half?
How do you live when the monsters rake through your memories,
Grinning and laughing to themselves,
Picking out the one they know you fear the most
And they say: “This is how you will always break?”
Where do you go when your vultures haunt you like
The fox hunts a hare, leaping down from the air
And breaking its neck in one clean jerk?
You close your eyes and the tears fall down your face,
Like rain falls from the sky,
Creating a stream that overflows its banks,
And drowns you in your own sorrow.
The monsters and demons and vultures
Spend their days convincing you the possible is impossible
And that no one will ever find a way to love you
The way the sun loves the moon when they pass in the sky
The sun making way for the moon to shine
And the moon doing the same.
The monsters and demons and vultures
Despise the love between the sun and the moon
For they see the dusk and dawn as a weakness
Instead of a strength, a difference,
Something that shows the passion the sun has for the moon
And the love they share for each other.
This is what love truly is.
This is the love that has fallen away from you.
The love you cannot see.
You have an army of friends that know who you are.
They know you are an inspiration to the world
A seed that is blossoming
A flower that is in the middle of blooming.
They can see past your monsters and your demons and your vultures
And they say “Forget them; we want you
Because you are you and we love you for that.”
They reach out with both hands and grab yours
People from different backgrounds, different worlds
And yet they love you and you love them
And your hands bind themselves together
Promising to never let go.
Together you make the sun and the moon
Making way for the other to shine.
The sun with its cirrus clouds
The moon with its stars and planets.
At night the stars whisper to you as you lay in bed
And they whisper wisdom and words
If only you could listen.
And in a group of seven people including you
When you count how many there are what do you find?
Do you count six and ponder it
Or do you count seven.
If you count six then you did not count yourself
Because you have not placed your arms around your body
And whispered truths into your mind
And loved yourself.
Because in a group of seven people you only counted six
Forgetting to count yourself.
Only you can place bandages on your wounded soul
From where the monsters raked their claws
From where the demons cut with their knives
From where the vultures pecked for a carrion meal.
Only you can lift your voice up to the moon and howl your love
Because your soul is a wolf
And each wolf is different
And you are special.
Your wolf spirit will climb and climb and climb
Until you are no longer a lone wolf
You are in a pack of other wolves
And together you can fill your lives with love
The way the sun and the moon do each dusk and dawn.
Your love is not a weakness
And if the demons and monsters and vultures say it is
Tell them they are wrong
And face them
And say you love yourself and your soul
And your broken pieces
Because they make you beautiful
And your flaws are the strongest part of you.
You are different.
You are unique.
And it took a wolf spirit of love to show it to you.
Do not apologize for your pain.
Your pain is your strength and you should embrace it.
It’s funny how it has taken many years for one person
To find the love they needed
And find that love within themselves.
Right where they needed it most.
Let dusk and the dawn remind you of the passion of love
For the sun and the moon are an example
Of a universe of love
As one star dies so that another star begins
A nebula of love
A red giant that is big because of love
And it is ready to explode to give the love away
To let the rest of the universe know its warmth
And remind each being in it
That stars died so they could become their own love
Just the way they are
And that nothing, nothing
Not a monster
Not a demon
Not a vulture
Can quiet the roaring lion
The soaring eagle
And the wolf spirit
That keeps on burning inside of us.
Because we are love.
We are a fire of love.
Our greatest accomplishment is our love.
So roar, howl,
And keep on soaring.
The universe is love
And so are you
And the greatest love you will ever find
Is the one you keep within your heart.
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