Poem: Returning from the darkness

Return From The Darkness

Photos: Jetta Marie

Poem: Jetta Marie

Returning from the darkenss

The fog clouds my mind

And makes it impossible to see anything

Past the darkness that surrounds me.

It makes it hard to hear anything 

But the whispers of apathy

That are brewing inside me at this moment.

I have been wandering so long,

And am growing so weary

Of not having seen an ounce of beauty

In the desolate winter

That I have come to know these past months.

Will, nothing change?

Will spring never come again?

Will I wander through this dreary existence 

That I am calling a life

Until I can truly no longer feel

Even the sadness I have become accustom to?

What purpose then, do I serve my maker,

If there is no vision inside me

No reason to go on

No strength left to push me on?

But still, though all I see now are the shadows 

That I have made friends with

During this time of isolation from the world,

I remember a vague image of my past;

Of something called light

Of something called enjoyment

Of something baring the essence of beauty.

Though the image is faint,

It gives me a reason to keep searching

The desolate ice of winter

For the one splash of color 

That I can hold onto

Until spring finally comes again.

I know from the past, 

That spring will come again

No matter how distant it may seem.

It shall break this icy death of heart

That I call depression

And free me from this endless abyss

of dreary, disheartening darkness.

Spring will come,

And I will cling to the little life I have found

Until the sunlight warms my face

And I am freed from the haunted shell

That I have drawn into during this time of fear.

Spring will come, 

And after all this ice and snow and bitter chill,

It will be ever so eagerly received

As I make my return 

From the grips of darkness.