Epiphany

Yin and yang
as the darkness
in each stands
and what i did miss;
as bright the light
so the abyss
of darkness holds tight
to mortal flesh
and immortal soul,
threatening to eclipse.
In love there is light
but it is not single,
so much harsher the blight
when lovers hands hurt
and flesh will heal
flesh will seal
It is the soul 
that does not knit,
it festers foul
spreading to dignity
to self-worth
and equanimity.
Shed a tear for those betrayed,
where love was sought
only fear was made...