THE SHADOW WANTS THE LIGHT
A people that deny their grief
Keep death hidden from view
Have no rites of passage
Demean old age
And medicate their way
Out of illness
Is not going to thrive
But will survive
Until it implodes
Everything denied
Eventually makes itself known
One way or another
All things want the light
The darkness finds a way
To express itself
And the shadow
Wants to come home.