In times of darkness

this is the light that feeds my soul

finding its way in through cracks

in the bitter cell my heart calls home

the battle that ensues is great

Grief, Pain, and Sorrow, fierce warriors,

combine forces to extinguish every spark

skimming the walls with layers of blackness

scratching at my heels to pull me further into the beast

Hope is a fragile soldier

Passion, Creativity, Vitality, fierce warriors,

labor together to galvanize my world

scribbling words to form a ladder that leans against the bluest sky

stopping only to savor sweet nibbles of inspiration that turn the tides

a battle won in words and pages

finding its way in through cracks

to inspire a way home

This is the light that feeds my soul

in times of darkness

Image by Predra6_Photos from Pixabay

Prompt: OctPoWriMo 2022 Day 1