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Children, darkness, Depression, fighting, Life, lost, struggling
I write in my book
I forget the time
The children will wake soon
and I am yet to close my eyes
What are my thoughts
where will they take me
to pastures of plenty
or the souls of the damned
I hold in my heart
both the light and the dark
Laughter and love
Friendship and happiness
Sorrow and pain
Guilt and regret
The shadows are strong
they cover me like a blanket
Yet the blanket is not warm, cosy or safe
it feels cold and damp
like a monsters breath on my neck
But even in shadows
I can see it
A shimmer
A sparkle
A single ray of light
When I am stuck in the dark
and I need to find light
I picture my children’s eyes
With diamonds that sparkle
I picture myself happy
and now my picture is bright.
28 March 2012
I was fighting against my feeling of darkness, my children were helping but I really wasn’t sure it was going to be enough. That’s horrible but I really wasn’t sure it was all going to be okay.
