March has gone, taking its equinox with it.
The garden has gone to seed.
The bees have offered up their harvest.
The chestnuts are gathered and stored.
There’s no doubt now
The dark days are upon me.
This year, no escape to northern lands
where the sun stays in the sky
for almost all the day,
and the heavens are never completely dark.
There’s no doubt now
The dark beast is out there,
waiting, hoping, I’ll forget for a moment
when the sun shines briefly,
pretending there’s still a day, or two, of summer.
Waiting, hoping that I’ll leave a door ajar
a window not quite clipped shut.
There is no doubt now.
I am afraid.
I have spent two years
gluing mySelf back together.
The cracks are visible, the joins ugly,
and some slivers are still missing,
lost to the darkness forever
There is no doubt now
I’m hanging on to every last bit of light,
but I am filled with fear
of the descending darkness
which permeates every crack in mySelf
There is no doubt now.
The only slim chance to win through
is to dance with the darkness.
The garden has gone to seed.
The bees have offered up their harvest.
The chestnuts are gathered and stored.
There’s no doubt now
The dark days are upon me.
This year, no escape to northern lands
where the sun stays in the sky
for almost all the day,
and the heavens are never completely dark.
There’s no doubt now
The dark beast is out there,
waiting, hoping, I’ll forget for a moment
when the sun shines briefly,
pretending there’s still a day, or two, of summer.
Waiting, hoping that I’ll leave a door ajar
a window not quite clipped shut.
There is no doubt now.
I am afraid.
I have spent two years
gluing mySelf back together.
The cracks are visible, the joins ugly,
and some slivers are still missing,
lost to the darkness forever
There is no doubt now
I’m hanging on to every last bit of light,
but I am filled with fear
of the descending darkness
which permeates every crack in mySelf
There is no doubt now.
The only slim chance to win through
is to dance with the darkness.
This year I have been feeling the dark draw in on me ever since the equinox. I don't know if it's real or if it's fear of a possible return to that disintegration of my Self. I have ordered a 'happy light' - hope it gets here soon, and works the way it's meant to.
