Sunrise in Darkness

Morning is as morning as mornings in eternity are - YET

- darkness consumes me

Life in the experience of being has passed

Darkness drains all that once was

Soul crushed lay naked before the sun

Cruel lightening strips all sense of being

Strips all sense of life itself from that that they say once was me

Expectations are hitting with a hurricane-like vengeance

ripping the scorching topsoil from the heart of the desert

leaving the fragile unformed seed pods exposed

I want not to test my strength

I want not to try to stand

My head hung low

This terror great

I am alone

Terror eats from my plate

I close my eyes to block the total blackness of the light

My inner selves in opposition fight

“You are weak - You are a fool”

They hackle – They laugh – They use my fear as their tool

I know the day is here - I know the time has come

My feet with hesitation touch the ground

I stand - Yet withdraw within

In the full light of darkness, I hide

Written by Jenny Benham