darkness

Darkness be my pillow,

And sorrow be my bed;

Bend me like the willow

Then bind me to the stead.

Sing me soft of sadness,

To fill my eyes with years;

Succor me my madness,

And gently blot the tears.

Help me bear the birthing

As what will be is born;

Ancient bones unearthing,

My hair of pride be shorn:

Lift me, do not scold me;

Please let me feel the skies–

Hold me, darling hold me,

Once more before I rise.

© 2006 Jeffrey Hull

It seems I am forever receding into the darkness that seems so familiar and comfortable...why i ask myself....and it's just that life is so hard, every day, it hurts to be vulnerable...exhausted, mentally - takes its toll, anger fills and hardens the heart, restless sets in where nothing can break the hold of tears……isolation from friends, family, and denial to admit losing control, losing the battle of sanity