Without pain I would know not relief.

Without heartache I would feel no comfort.

Without suffering I would know not joy.

Without grief I would have no friend to mourn with.

Without the despair of now, in no future would I hope.

Without destruction, I would have no need to re-create.

Without this bitter desolation, where would be the consolation?

Without the fear, demonic darkness, no angelic candle could I light.

Without a curtain drawn at night, no revelation would I see at dawn.

Without the parched deserted sands, from no oasis would I drink.

Without this total emptiness, this vessel would not be refilled.

Without totality of death, I would not feel euphoria’s birth.

Without the barbs of pain in love, no glorious epiphany would I sing.

Without you smiling in my gloom, her star would not light up my sky.

©Cre8ivation