The Dark of the Night

[CharlesD]

This is not some famous poem, this is not something you should live by. I have trouble sharing in meetings, so I would like to share on here, how I feel on day 67.

The Dark of the Night
C.D.

In the dark of the Night
I try with all my might
to find a new way to bring me to the light.

Self-obsession sets in
I realize this light must come from within
but I am spread too thin.

Will I pull myself together?
Will I survive the stormy weather?
Will I break this emotional tether?

Expression of self is the first step to take
to bring my creative monster to a gentle wake
What you hear is the truth...it is not fake.

So discouraged, the odds are not in my favor
In this moment I can be real, so this moment I shall savor
God please save her.

Empathy is at its peak
but my hope is bleak.
What will it take to make them seek?

Fasting for a week?
A slap on the cheek?
My desperation begins to leak.

Words flow from the heart
Rushing so hard I fear they will tear me apart
I can only wish this life would default and restart
For the taste of regret is quite tart
...but the taste of rebirth...
tastes like art.

[Opivotal]

Congratulations Charles on 67 days!! I'm so happy you felt you could share here at SR. I thought your poem was very heartfelt. You have a unique gift.



Best Wishes To You!