It is in the quiet recesses, cleverly disguised
Where solace exists behind tired eyes.
And alone is a vacation
Memories are tired dreams
Pain numbed by trials
Sad is sad as it seems.
When the light has dimmed considerably,
Gray hues abound.
The shadows betray the darkness
As they bounce all around.
Slowly you see it fade away,
The light will soon be gone.
Adjusting seems easy
Darkness comes forth in its ritual song.
There is beauty here, hidden from day.
Silence inviting in a melancholy way.
Peace encompasses the chaos of mind
Dark envelops the beast of daytime light.
Gone are expectations that day ushers in.
Gone is the forced living I find no energy to begin.
Gone is the hurt, the sea of rolling waves.
I am free to be weak and release the brave.
There is more to the dark than dark.
For those who struggle in mind.
It comforts me with repetition
I gives new breath and sight.
I relax my senses, listening to the beat of my heart.
I cherish the time alone, admiring the art of dark.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 