Darkness

The night may be dark and dismal, but no night lasts for ever,
Even in the Arctic, the sun will come and sever
The twenty-four hours of darkness lying heavily on the earth,
And once again increasing light will herald the next spring's birth.

And so it is with darkness that can fill a person's soul,
Eventually chinks will appear, the signs of becoming whole,
And leaving behind the darkness, though it may return again,
And unlike the annual seasons one cannot be certain when