Piercing the dark

​A veil of blue has chilled my days,
I search for why through drifting haze.
Yet nothing clear will come in sight,
Just shadows shifting in the light.

​I try to look into the deep,
And breathe to lull the storms to sleep,
Accepting what will come to be,
To grant my mind some clarity.

​A few stray pieces slowly start
To surface gently in my heart,
Yet heavy effort must be spent
To mend the shapes that sorrow bent.

​One by one, I watch them turn,
Straining hard to see and learn;
Yet more I try to hold them near,
The less the blurred horizons clear.

​The nights grow short, the thoughts awake,
My frayed nerves feel about to break.
A restless pulse begins to rise,
As patience stumbles, fades, and dies.

​It takes all strength within my chest
To keep from falling, unpossessed;
To stop the spiral in the dark,
And hold the last surviving spark.

​So here I pause. I close my eyes,
And let the weary breathing rise.
I step away from all the strain,
And turn my back against the pain—

​Calling to mind the safest place,
The steady warmth of love’s embrace:
Those precious anchors held so dear,
Whose presence draws the quiet near.

​Slowly, the heavy shadows part.
A sudden warmth reclaims the heart;
A fragile smile begins to trace
The lines of sorrow off my face.

​And in that warmth, I finally see:
Not all the darkness swallows me;
A quiet truth begins to dawn,
To whisper that the worst is gone.

​The friendly faces standing near
Dispel the shadows and the fear,
And lend me strength to rise again,
To leave behind the past and pain.

​Held by their friendship and their grace,
I find my ground, I find my place;
With peaceful heart and steady stride,
I walk ahead, with hope beside.

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