Darkness leaves its shroud upone me, as if preparing to drag me to the grave. It’s shroud is thick, almost suffocating. It encompasses me squeezing the life from body. I cannot breath.
It’s a consuming. Giving no hope of light. It wraps itself around me like a straight jacket giving no room to move. It masks my face and creeps into my mouth rendering my voice useless. There is no one in sight, even if there was, I can not call out for help.
It’s grip grows increasingly tight. I fight it but it’s like a tangling vine that tightens the more you resist. I have no choice but to give in. My blood boiling, the anger in me refined, I soak in the darkness. It seeps into my pores like a sponge soaking up the water. It gives me power. It makes me strong. I am consumed like a forest engulfed with a destructive fire. The adrenaline within drives me. Aggression takes over, giving me purpose.
But with this aggression, this anger, this new power, I find myself alone. I am left to myself. Loneliness settles in. Sorrow and sadness befall me. I am powerful, but without companion. I am strong but also weak. I must reach for something to lift me. Something to pull me from this shroud that has befallen me. A welcome hand to boost me from this fog of endlessness.
And then I see it. Through the mist of darkness a lone light, cool and refreshing. The light is calming. It calls to me. The voice soft, almost ghost like. It is somber, yet…inviting. It pulls me from the shroud that has engulfed me. I emerge. I am strengthened, yet calm and cool. Aggressive and powerful, yet confident and free. The moon, with her ghostlike light returns. She lights my path, returning me to the journey that lies ahead.
This is my plight, my journey, my crutch…
My DARKEST DAYS.
–Alan “Jedi” Zaugg
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