Grey, foreboding skies greet the day, the multitudinous clouds threatening to release their heavy burden without warning. All is dark and brooding, with no hint of the sun's presence.But look a little closer, and see the life that abounds in creation's showers. It needs, and indeed revels in a downpour. The Blackbirds eagerly await their … Continue reading Waiting For the Storm to Pass
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Two Evil Companions
It has been quite some time since I was last tarnished by Self-harm's presence and wheedling tones. You have not visited me for quite a while; instead, your companion Suicide was here.He may be stronger and more forceful, yet you are more persuasive, sweet nectar dripping from your rosy lips, many falling foul of your … Continue reading Two Evil Companions
My Light Grows Weaker
The calm surface belies the troubled waters beneath, roiling and frenzy masked by serenity. At times the waters are truly still, with crystalline beauty that attracts the light. But these moments grow ever fewer.For it is not only light that is attracted to the waters. Indeed, darkness relishes the churning, the agitation, feeding on turmoil … Continue reading My Light Grows Weaker
Dust and Ashes
Surrounded by wasted land, arid and absent of life, the decay reaching far into the distance. Dry earth crumbling with the lightest touch; despair emanating from the very soil. The rocky remnants of majestic waterfalls and charred tree stumps are a shadow of their former beauty, a reminder of days past.Can anything beautiful still grow … Continue reading Dust and Ashes
A Marathon with no Finish Line
How much more can this fragile soul take? To live with darkness on your tail each day; running, ever running, to stay ahead of its clutches. It yearns for me, to hold me in its embrace. The icy blackness beckons me into its arms, pretending to offer comfort.Being hounded in such a way is utterly … Continue reading A Marathon with no Finish Line
Freedom’s Key
Inhale, then exhale; the gentle flow of air calms my body and stills the mind. A reminder that I am alive, that I've made it through difficult days and have not yet fallen into oblivion. Who knows what the next day will bring? Hope or despair, laughter or sorrow, joy or pain?These are all familiar … Continue reading Freedom’s Key
Watcher in the Shadows
A dark shape steals through the shadows, ever watchful. A rustling leaf, the occasional snap of a branch, is all that betrays its presence. Watching, and patiently waiting. For it hopes that my step will falter, that I will once more fall prey to the trap and be ensnared. How often this has this occurred, … Continue reading Watcher in the Shadows