Darkness descends upon the world.
It falls like a knife on the horizon,
beginning at the contours of my mind,
growing 'til it engulfs both hemispheres.
I am standing in the darkness.
I feel the claws of unpleasant
memories and toxic emotion
tearing at my psychic skin.
Fear and panic are there, too,
pulling at my mind, trying
to rip it out of my head.
My heart beats in the gloom.
Step by step, I will myself
to continue moving forward.
I pull a sword of prayer from
the hard scabs in my soul.
The sword flashes in the dark
as I swing it left and right,
driving back demons who
go scuttling away in chains.
I am strength now,
a knight who walks in night.
I am fearless now,
finding hope in god's dim light.
It is a fight that everyone faces.
None are spared their season,
none are immune from that time
when they must dare the darkness.
© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012
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