my voice has been quiet,
in a struggle with darkness.
It was only the darkness of this world,
but it surrounded me
and sought to bring me down.
my thoughts became dark and i sought to run and hide.
yet i was fleeing those who could help
and did not know it.
It was as if in a dark valley,
and then the psalmist comforts me;
"yea. though i walk through the valley..."
no, it was not death,
tho it felt so.
it was not of loss,
but it felt so.
it was only of this world and its norm.
I escaped its cold grasp
through the help of others
i still live
and write yet again.
as alwaysand another lesson is learned.