Description
There are moments when it seems a shadow has been cast over the world, when the sun goes dark and the wind become still. You don’t know which way is forward, and every step falls on uncertain ground. Will it cave from underneath? You cannot say, but you won’t wait to find out. This piece replaces the image with words, for poetry is the purest distillation of the soul, the beating heart of a mind that, no matter how beleaguered, forges on through the darkness, knowing that somehow, somewhere beyond, there is light.
