Catharsis Divina

Reach up.

Take it.
It is there, hovering above you.
It seems so far away and your arms feel so short, your fingers unable of a grasp.

But it is there, Dear Heart.  In this pit of blackened pain and sorrow, you have stood.
You have fallen, you have languished. 
But, you have survived, thus far.  And the survival of such ghastly pain is the key.

Who knows why?  The gods?  Your guides?  The Universe? 
Are they knowable and even believable, you ask. 

Fear and shame have been your companions for far too long. 
Queen with a misshapen, battered crown, falling from your head, gems crushed into nothingness. 

You are not as weak as you think.  Not as old as you make yourself.

In the solitude, you have found answers.
In the pain, you have found wisdom.
In the moments when you felt lifeless, you have found what it means to refuse to give up.

Take it.
All it takes is one gesture, one reach. 
Fear will shorten your grasp and exhaustion will spin lies about your ears,
They will tell you that nothing can save you, now. 

Lies. 
Lies spun as deftly as tapestries adorning walls for hundreds of years.

Yet . . .
You are NOT done. 
You are NOT dead.
You are NOT over.

Reach up.
Take it.
Look unto the stars which gave you and all things birth. 
They blow themselves into bits before shining again.
So shall you, shine again.



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