Have You Had Your Dark Nights
Of the soul.
Cave-dark,
bat-dark nights.
Times and places
of raw and
nameless,
sometimes
name-plated
fear; sheer,
cliff-faced
anxiety.
Fear of falling
into an abyss;
into a maw:
swallowed
whole
into the belly
of a fierce,
unknown
beast.
And, despite
each starless
passage,
each imagined
stroke of fate,
miscarriage
of your fortunes,
somehow,
somehow,
however barely,
unforseeably,
making it through ~
to the light
and the heart
of day;
limbs intact.
Onto solid ground.
To the forgotten
safety of faith
~ in self,
and the never-
vanished bounty
shining away,
inside and
all around you.
Colin Goedecke
August 2018