The reservoir of grief
Held back by the dam of denial
Burst its banks one day
And what poured forth was rage

Those who knew about such matters
Had predicted it would happen
For it is the natural law
That says ‘What is suppressed
Will eventually make its way to the surface,’

The spring of joy finally bubbles up to the surface
After passing through the darkness
Where rocks squeeze together
Creating create pressure

The path of beauty is discovered
Through the embracing of suffering
Not the turning away from it.

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