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My Soul is Black, and it Sparkles - Poem

My soul is black. 

Black and hard and crushing

and it sparkles. 

It has burned, and healed, and conquered. 

It can make you into something new 

or turn you to crumbling coal

my soul is lost

it often loses its way, stuck sucking light

my soul forgets that it sparkles 

that it reflects, spreads, and shines. 

There are parts of me that sparkle, 

even if most of me is harsh and unforgiving and sucking black

They protect each other, the black and the sparkle. 

They are never left alone, one without the other.

And I am always protected. 

The black can eat whatever comes along.

Though sometimes, I just need to sparkle.


- Hope Fager

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