The brighter the light, The more shadow defines. We are at war, In daily spiritual grinds. Far more complex Than good versus evil, When both reside in us, As baseline upheavals. It’s a messy affair, To unravel the past. To seek out old wounds, Long buried; out-cast. Unlike some trash, That decomposes with time, These painful remnants Lay dormant. Confined… To memories of people, Far places and things. Awaiting a trigger, Summoning demons That bring… Up all the feels That we find Too aghast, To acknowledge, Resolve – To be done, At long-last. When hurtful thoughts Enter into our minds, Try not to dismiss, Let us confront, And we’ll find The pearls Of insight and wisdom… The lessons – They’re there. Give ‘em a nod, And release to the air All the energy and toxins, Bottled up from within. Deep breath. Exhale. Let’s do it again. Be not afraid, Of the darkness Inside. Honor it. Give it love, But don’t let things Hide… As bad seeds That can fester; They sprout harmful ideas. Ignite inner flame, We have nothing to fear. So sparkle like diamonds. Never dim to fit in. We won’t fit. Not right size, Especially the children. The brighter our light, The clearer shadows define. It takes but a Glimmer To break darkness, So shine! ~ Lưu Trọng Đạ Thảo | @seshat March 26, 2026 Background: @wodkah | Piano & Violin Instrumental: The Last Butterfly by Wodkah
