Subconsciously I had pushed away all that was me,
namely you.
When I lost sight of what you meant to me,
My sunlight disappeared.
I saw my heart for what it was becoming,
A black mass in the center of my chest,
Devoid of love and caring,
Filled instead with me, myself and I.
It took the tears of a soul,
pure in and of itself
to show me that I was Shiva,
destroyer of all and none alike.
I am left now with a choice,
Allow myself to become that which I hate,
Empty and meaningless, devoid of warmth,
Or someone who is worthy of a soul's tears.
I choose worthiness and love.