Darkness has impossible depths
and hues that deepen at each step
down the abyss that never ends
I know, for into it I plunge,
me and my sunken heart.
An incessant ringing in my ear
a silence that is deafening
Away, I urge my feet to carry me,
away from the darkness that
is screeching its way into me.
In the midst of life, I am not alive
I am broken and I am defeated
by the pain, by the silence, by me.
The abyss of darkness I am in now
with its million hues of black
seeping into the cracks of
the millions dreams I had.
A Mom, a Blogger, an Engineer. Identities that define me, only partly. For I am also a Maverick, I am also a believer in Magic and many Gods. I am a free spirit.
And I am a storyteller.
I weave stories, some creating pathos, some giving us hopes, some urging us to believe in dreams, some just making us happy.
Amidst those stories are also stories from my own life as I strive creating warmth for my tiny family in our small place under the sun.