Flowers in the Weeds

Darkness comes and goes,
sometimes stopping in the process
to swallow up my soul,
leaving me involuntarily in a
deeper, lonely place,
detached from all I know or ever will again...

...but even in such darkness
my light comes from within,
f l o w i n g through my spirit and
warming up my dreams,
severing all links between my thoughts and ends,
helping me to remember
to stay strong in times as these,
to hold onto the good things
and try to outlast the bad -
and to aid the pain of others
with all that I do have.

Written December '02