Reconciling Me

It starts with hate and ugly and worthless,
With moon and evensong.
Silent, shuddering sobs,
Tenacious, torturous tears,
And the voice that whispers like night.
It weaves a convincing tale,
And lures with promises of peace,
And never once would you expect
The darkness underneath.

Can I learn to reconcile?
It is part of me,
And I'll never be free.