Night has fallen.
The shadows have stretched and covered everything.
The hidden have come out to play.
The stench of deception fills the air.
Mixed with the putrid decay of despair.
Run if you might.
Run if you will.
Run if you can.
But there is no escape for you.
Not for you, not for any one.
Abandon all hope all those who have been imprisoned.
Your world, now in ruin.
All you were has now crumbled to dust.
Your throat was crushed.
Your heart ripped from your chest, still beating.
Your lifeblood has all been sucked dry.
As you sink deep within yourself.
You turn ashen.
Your soul has been torn to shreds.
Your mind has been taken.
You know not where.
And you will never know.
For a fog now surrounds you.
You now choke on a acrid smoke.
Abandon all hope.
You who enter will never leave.
Hear the chorus of haunting laughter.
You are now nothing at all.
Deserted and left to die and rot.
Forgotten and forsaken.
You will suffer.
You do suffer.
This is life for you, this is death for you.
But, what is this?
A single sliver of light.
As the horizon begins to glow a bright orange.
The dawn of a new day is rising.
The warmth now swallows the cold.
As you lay dying you begin to breathe with assurance.
Life returns to you.
You are restored.
All that was taken is now given back.
You can now stand.
Stare into the blinding light.
Hope rises as you return to seeing.
This is a brand new day.
A brave new world.
Where courage is yours once more.
Breathe life in deep.
Revel in the joy that says you are alive.
The wounds and harms have now healed.
Covered by scars.
Beautiful scars.
But remain wary.
Be ever vigilant.
The shadows still lurk just out of sight.
Their icicle like fingers still reach out to you.
They still crave your fear.
They still desire your suffering.
For they derive perverse pleasure from your pain.
Keep in mind that you are strong.
You are not alone.
You are not the only one.
We will all stand together.
Life is yours to keep and to hold.
Give not a millimeter of your hard fought for ground.
Take courage my love.
Hold the course.
Hold steady.
Hold fast.
Something wicked this way comes.
Can you see it?
Take all measures.
Batten down the hatches.
Give no mercy.
Give no quarter.
For you would be given none.
Hope has risen.
It is for you and no one can take it from you.
Powerful is the darkness within you.
But stronger is the hope and love that occupies you.
Remember, life is a war, your mind is the battlefield.
And it is a stalemate.
Do not be afraid to stand, even when coming under fire.
You are not alone.
Not in this, not in anything.
We are one, we are few, we are many.
Stay strong.
Always believe.
You will remain sound my friend.


1 comment:

  1. "But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;..." 2 Corinthians 4:7-9.

    " You are not alone.
    Not in this, not in anything."

    Very beautiful. Thank you!


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