Dark Night of the Soul
By Brinn Wallin
When the night did fall upon me,
it tumbled downward slowly—
but when the darkness reached me,
it sought destruction quickly.
First, the hazy fog,
to which my blue eyes stung—
watering, with tears perhaps,
like an invisible cloud, hung
above me
and below me—
simply,
all around me.
Then followed the rainfall,
showering in tiny spurts;
what first was but a drizzle
inevitably became the brute
of hailstones:
balls of ice
whose cruelest vice
is to pierce the sky.
Along boomed the thunder,
calling lightning unto its name;
and though the air was cold as death,
inside me shone an infant flame
of life,
of love,
a sign sent from above,
or from that inner place thereof.
Amidst the storm that once befell me,
within the hurricane of my mind,
amongst the flood of all my feelings,
against the evil weight of time,
This Dark Night of the Soul did wake me,
though with a brutal start,
and in the end, when all was through,
revealed to me my heart.
Let midnight bestow upon your yawn
a darkness that will lift by dawn,
for the light to guide you home’s not far—
in fact, it’s there: within the stars.
This poem was created and written by Brinn Wallin. Please do not steal or copy without permission.
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