Aide-mémoire

The wound is the place where the light enters you. ~ Rumi

Gloom approaches

And drapes over

Me

 

The darkness is a void

The eats at the soul silently

Devouring

 

Prayers are offered

For a reprieve from peril

Sigh

 

Better times seem so far away

Light a distant

Memory

 

Surrounded by darkness

Waiting, hoping, pleading

Please

 

First light breaks

Sleepless night, restless mind

Exhale