Day 12 Black

Secret Dreams

                                                       

Through the corridor - dark - long,

Doors on either side,

Each one seeking  to be opened

Hand on handle, gently press,

Push open - slowly, only a little.

Is there treasure to be found inside?

No, darkness has only shadows,

A chill recalling

Cobwebs falling,

Can’t stay here, bleak

black memories.

Try more doors

Every room the same, until, 

a seed of promise,

Light creeps, seeps,

from under one door

Slowly, softly,

hope edges forward,

enters,

Looking for joy that once it knew.

Brightness reveals

Secret dreams, unmasked,

Long hidden - radiant still.

Oct 1 2019 Dark Night of the Soul

1st Oct 2019

Octpowrimo starts again and I want to try and have a little something for every day of the month.
If you would like to join in go just google  Octpowrimo 2019 and you'll find out more.
It's good fun and keeps you writing.

Day one...

Dark Night of the Soul

It seemed I had 

Everything I wanted,

Husband, children, friends, job

Enough monetarily - although

We never really think we have 

Enough

I couldn't honestly say

I lacked anything

Yet,

Yet, I was lonely 

But I couldn't say

There was something missing

I didn't feel me

Didn't feel whole

But I couldn't say

In the depths of my very being

There was a heavy emptiness. 

Everything was black

But I couldn't say

There was just this

Dark hole 

That held 

A pain 

A pain I couldn't explain.