I feel a bit awkward, in some ways, sharing this - but equally I know a few people who are going through similar dark times. This is for them.
Dark nights, dark days
Dark thoughts, dark ways
Where do they lead me to?
Mind is churning - a
witches cauldron
What spells are brewing,
What sacrifices hurled in
Enabling me to find a path?
Which path do I take on this
journey alone
Do I seek the light, or do
I descend ever deeper into darkness
To find the centre of my
earth?
The former seems simple, lit
as it is by the glistening diamonds
That are snowflakes, sadly
lacking in substance as they melt away
Leaving me in the darkness
once again, yet further from the light
The darker path is a step
into the unknown
No knowledge of where my
foot will land
Yet I must trust it will
find solid ground
I take the dark path
taking tentative steps
My mind’s eye adjusting to
the dark
Beginning to find form in the
shifting shadows
Some of the shadows are
familiar - I have met them before
I no longer hate them –
nor yet like them
But respectful acceptance
draws me to them
They are my companions on
the journey
I have nothing to say to
them – not yet trusting my thoughts
And the act of talking takes
away the silence
Which is a pillow for my
mind
Its softness allows my
thoughts
To rest a while in mossy
crevices
Hiding from the turmoil
surrounding me
When I take up the path
again
I feel lighter
As if the moss has soaked
up some of the fog and the tears.
A shaft of light shows in
the distance but is gone in an instant
Something within resonates
and draws me to that spot
Like a moth to a flame
When I reach it there is
no sign of light
Darkness has descended
again
Giving me back my shadows
They seem intent on
telling me something
But are mute
I have to find a voice for
them but I cannot see to look
I rest again allowing the
shadows to come closer
Up close they are
beautiful with tiny flecks of light deep within
I draw back and cannot see
them
I must dare to go closer,
Hold their hands and let them
light my way
I ask questions and their
tiny jewels respond in wordless dance
Time passes and I realise
they are brighter
More animated
And have found a voice
I find an ancient mossy
glade
Full of diamonds
And I realise my shadows
have been reflecting this light
I have found my light
And a voice for my shadows
I have found myself.
