Her Midwinter Soul
In the bleak midwinter of my soul
The darkness wraps around my heart
So tightly
Crushing my light
Leaving pain, sadness
I try to find the spark
And yet I cannot breathe
My core is wound so tightly around me
Like a serpent it takes hold
So strong
So deep
So very, very low
The only way to respond is to leak the remnants of yesterday
The only sign, the outpouring droplets of despair
Desperation flowing like a rapidly running river
Over the cold, hard rocks that are smooth with the tears of a thousand days of sadness
Waterfalls falling
With my heart and soul
My past and my present
I catch a branch of hope
As my mind rushes in and out of consciousness
Knowing that the light will come but feeling the empathy of the lost falling
Heavy
Deeper
Even though I trust the sun
It is hard to believe that it will warm my face and dry my tears
How long must I remain in darkness
How much pain must I feel
Broken hearted
Sympathy for those who say goodbye too soon
I empathise
I see you
I hold your hand in comfort and sit with you a while
Feeling
Being
Wondering
In the bleak midwinter of my soul
As I sit here in darkness
Eyes
Closed
Heart aching
I gain your secrets through the quiet understanding
I feel your pain
You have given me the insight
And in that space
No words
Just emotions
I understand
For there
At the bottom of divinity
Is empathy of the highest blessing
Bleeding through the cracks that have appeared
I know that I am here for a reason
This season of darkness
This quiet night
So still
As my blood mingles with the tears of the universe
A wound so deep
A chasm
The tears of infinite sadness
The tears of infinite souls
Wash my heart
Cleansing me wide open
And revealing a spark of truth
Yes, that tiny ember is alive
And as the light grows
My eyes adjust
Blinded at first and unsure of my direction
There is a place where the souls meet
A deep, dark space of sadness
Fumbling around to ease the pain you come across the lost, the lonely, those of yesteryear
It is so very hard to leave
For in the darkness there is no need to see the future
But in the pitch of the longest night
The darkest moment
There is a crossroads
With the first sign of light
The golden rays of the sun
Dry your flowing river
And fill your veins with warmth again
And without this place of darkness there would no way of knowing how beautiful and radiant the gift of light
The gift of love
The gift of hope
So I bathe in the glory of the morning
And know that winter has passed
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