been pushed around by darkness
for decades and for days,
nights go on for weeks,
stillness that sits like moss
on granite in the shade
days pass, slowly wait,
knowing no change, only
time dragging me to night
where waiting crashes and falls
and certain death takes me
every night, leaving a trembling
girl curled in the middle of the bed
to face more of what, that,
nothing, shattered windows and
boarded up doors, hope doesn’t
stop here anymore, shadows
chase, sharp numbness
overtakes, stripped bare
and broken by tidal waves.
Always a lantern awaits for your return from these dark journeys.
Sweet girl….may you find the light this morning and focus on it. Welcome it.
May you find lights, laughter and happy feelings!
Tense title, tense writing – maybe we all need a bit of the despearet dark side, just remember there is a way back – please!
felt this, deep …
The slow imagery carried me slowly. I felt the heaviness but I also saw the wisdom. I hope that hope knocks on that door again.
Powerful! : )))
Sometimes the desperation can leaves us clamoring for breath just to get through another minute. This captivated me, as I feel these things through my own trivial troubles. Blessings to you xxx