Even in the midst of the darkest spell I’ve had in months, somehow hope still exists. Staring at The Abyss, knowing it’s there, terrified if I fall in I won’t have the strength, or desire, to claw my way out. Yet my dark soul yearns for the light, for hope, for release from the suffering.
Though the sky is grey
There is a light breaking over the horizon
Though my heart is dark
There is a light shining through the cracks
Though my soul is black
There is a light dawning hope