One of my spiritual/self care practice is writing poetry. I try and write a poem every day. Some weeks I do better than others lol.
I wrote this one this morning, and I wanted to share with you, because I don't think I'm alone in this experience right now.
"It's Dark Here"
It's dark here.
In between.
Between what was, and
What will be.
What might be.
I'm lost here
In the black.
I told everyone "this is it, it's
what I want."
But now I'm here and -
Shit. I'm afraid.
I can't go back, because
Amnesia. I can't remember.
I'm driving forward
Incessantly, towards
The void - helpless.
I can't stop, and
I'm flailing. Hard.
It's no use. I'm
Committed to
Whatever lies ahead.
I hope I can see again.
Very soon.
Because I do not like
this night
Without stars.
- Ingrid H. Turner
©️ January 25th 2022