I'm sitting in the Shadows of life and death, wondering when it's safe to take my next breathe. No ones around; I'm all alone, as I sit by the rivers of despair. Sometimes there is a small glimmer of hope that breaks from distant horizon. Then as quickly as it appeared, it's whisked away. It's at these times I'm comforted by shear darkness; it blankets my hopeless despair and cloths me with new sight. It's here I learn to see and find my way, even when it's nothing but Darkness around.
© Monica Bertrand