My darkness comes in many forms.
It wraps, or cools or flows.
My darkness guides me through my night,
My weakness lurks below.
My darkness hides my gorgeous flowers,
And shades them safe and sound.
It drains my pain and sorrow free
And soaks them to the ground.
My darkness is a part of me,
Though not my joy or pride.
It lets me mourn and pause a bit.
In fake light, it’s my guide.
So let me have my darkness friend,
It helps me rest and heal.
And after I have slumbered there,
My true light shines revealed.
(Photo by Natalija Bolfan Stosic, with her kind permission)