it swells
and surges
shrouding all
in sudden gloom
potent
impatient
unforgiving
unyielding
stealing the air
the breath
self-love
the truth
intractable tears
intractable fears
too sad to fight
so far from light
grabs hold
holds tight
dark days
they come
black thoughts
they go
oft powerless
to move them so
await the light
that’s sure to come
accept the murk
be present
be calm
the dark
is part
of who
I am
Dog-eared Stories by anne celano frohna 