Description
The darkness doesn’t live out there
it’s habitat is the mind’s lair.
It isn’t right, I roar, I swear,
and bleat, but no one seems to hear.
The lies it tells make death seem fair,
I think, and think, and feel despair.
But calling bullshit, seeing where
I truly Am becomes a prayer,
or gratitude, for home, hearth, air,
to breathe, and for the other’s care.
Love and connection, if I dare,
create a pathway, light the stair,
up out of blackness, showing where,
my life is good, and light to bear.
The darkness fades, and with it fear,
of future, love and being here.
