In the darkness, we see
our true light.
We know our fears for they come to us through instinct.
We know our thoughts as they invade our still minds, relentless.
And in this quiet, we feel what rumbles deep inside, in the crevices of the heart.
In this space, this empty space, we are who we are. We come with challenges, inadequacies, doubt.
We come with rage and torment, a shattered complex.
But we are not finished.
We are not broken; irreparably damaged.
We are not.
The Nashville Wife 