lamenting, revealed to.

I feel frozen at times. 

Torn between revelation & lamentation.
The darkness of one becomes so much more painful in contrast to the brightness of the other.

& yet, the light is revealed as all the more glorious through the perspective of the black that surrounds it. 

Surrounded, but not overcome. 

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