We musn't stay here too long
there is little charm in sucking out the poison
yet there is a kind of addiction to darkness
an intoxication from drinking in such intensity
how can you take it in, feel it, but distill it out
let the dark concoction settle, filter through, purer
'emotional alchemy' she calls it, shifting dark into light
not negating or denying it, but transforming it
as artists, creative souls, how do we not dwell there
how do we take the sad like dough, and let it rise and puff
how do we 'feel every bump edge scratch ouch' and use it
but not lose ourself in the sharpness and wounds exposed
it isn't so romantic to nurse our wounds, sulking in the corner
there is little charm in self-deprication and self-medication
we must not sink down into the warmth of our despair
but pull away, push through, envelop ourselves as we rise up
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