A Darkness

They often say that it is darkest before the light comes back. I'm not really sure that I believe that anymore. The darkness stays, lingering and hiding the shining stars and joy from sight. Leaving one to wander in perpetual night. It is sadness and fear combined that leaves a soul lingering on the cusp of some imagined loss or breakthrough. Both or one alone nagging the edges of happiness, discouraging the creation of true joy. If only there was a light, that could pierce the veil of this darkness. A light that would offer true freedom from the chains of uncertainty and doubt. But I fear there is no light strong enough to offer the freedom so desperately desired. So in darkness, one waits. Lingering and clinging to the last sliver of hope for some shining light to save us.

Yet what is there to save? Nothing is left but a shell, the darkness has managed to stifle and kill that which was once vibrant and alive. Instead there is a hole, a deep abyss where the woes have begun to wallow. Pity, self pity and self loathing run rampant. Decorating the spirit with wounds of doubt and discouragement. There is none there to save thee, there will be nothing left for saving anyway. The little imps of the darkness gleefully declare.

But even so there is that tiny little spark. So small, I fear, even the slight breeze of a falling leaf may blow it out. This little spark is hope. Hope that perhaps, if one hangs on there will be a better tomorrow. Perhaps the light will shine in tomorrow. But for now, there is only the darkness. Were it not so, one wonders what the world would seem to be. But for now the deep velvet blackness of night hides the paths that may lead out into the vibrant rays of the sun. But there is that tiny spark of hope... perhaps...one day it will burst into a sun and throw it's beams from one border of the darkness to the other, banishing it from existence. One can only hope.