Darkness doesn’t scare me. I’ve visited that chasm many times.
Born on All Souls day, two days from All Hallows Eve, I see the depths of its tunnel.
Shrouded in its charcoal cloak, only breath, heartbeat, and thought exist.
And when its weighty hands wash over me, I’m released, again, enlightened.
No, darkness doesn’t scare me. It visits on days when I despair.
When joy escapes me, it cocoons me from light.
In those painful hours, my life unfolds. I rediscover gifts I’ve been given.
No, I’m not afraid of the dark. An old friend, it welcomes my darker side to its dwelling.
In blackness, I see clearly.
And when I’ve embraced my demons, brighter light guides me home.
No, I’m not afraid of the dark. I greet it boldly.
LIVING THE DREAM 
Oh wow! Thank you for the reblog. I’d forgotten these poems. 😘
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I LOVE YOUR POETRY DENISE, I FIND LYING IN THE DARK IN SILENCE BRINGS OUT SOME GREAT LINES, CHINA
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Thanks China! I haven’t visit that poem in a while. Thanks for reminding me. Hmm… I have to look back😊🎃
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