I didn’t know I needed to grieve 
Until the blackberry grove 
Opened itself within me 
Thorny dome entangled 
As it was with all the sharp 
Rage that had held me together 
And kept me apart. 

Enter it said, 
Move within the protected hollow 
See the white petaled stars 
Softness behind the pain 
Lay within the hallowed womb 
Until you become as water 
Flowing around and through 
While the night cascades around you.

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