In the dark times
neither day nor night
bring about right.
We are forced
into our interior
and rely upon insight
and the subtle feel
of what our senses say is real.
We come to a stop,
to listen and recall
where we stand,
leaning against the wall
of remembered balance.
Perhaps we lean a bit,
Perhaps we sway
before trying to find our way
back into the light.
Standing still is no solution.
Going ahead despite our dread
of what can happen in the dark
is the only thing to be done.
It is the only way to bring back
brighter and happier days,
and nights when we can sleep
knowing we are safe.
Take my hand.
Together, we shall find our way.
annarino writes 