Who has seen the gloating devil's night through will withstand the dazzlingly dark dolled up days. And the ruthless cavalcade of mindful malicious years.
They have survived the stench from the carcasses of too many dirty deeds too much salicious needs too few worthy thoughts.
Evil gleaming from the very depths of too many dreary years where expectations hopes and courage faltered and faded. And Self esteem took the hardest fall. Integrity disintegrated.
Then came night. Brought the truth. At too hard a price.
At first it appeared as an evil capricious carrion bird gloating at your misfortune by denying closure ...
Of open eyes and open wounds.
Rest. Was death defied for one more night.The battle deferred for one more day.
Then came truth.bought at too hard a price.
Of sisters Sorrow and Wisdom.Sad self knowledge and bitter reconciliation.
Sweet acceptance and graceful defeat.
Of surrender and retreat.
Of gratitude and grit.
Patience and generosity.
And finally a newborn selfhood ushering fresh esteem and grace.
These are Midnight virtues...
These are not the attributes of Glory Days.
These are. Memories of moonlit madness.
And. Magnificent beatitudes.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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