As a child, the night scared me. I imagined all sorts of evil lurking in it. The light became my defender of this darkness. Although I mostly outgrew this, sometimes the darkness reminds me of its power. I had one of those nights this last week. The only thing that resolved that moment was getting out of my safe bed and satisfying myself that the house was secure. Then, I turned on the hall light that cast a glow pushing the shadows away. From this irrational fear came creativity, trying to explain the unexplainable. When dark meets light and good vs. evil is a common theme in my writing. This is the place it comes from, so I accept those moments, knowing the light is never far away. Although I grant wary respect to that darkness and what may be lurking. Here’s a poem from that night.
I soak up my surroundings slowly
It’s dark, dense, and full of doom
My hand clasps my comforter like a clamp
My breath grasping for balance or bliss
My heart reaches for heaven and hope
It’s an empty effort as darkness fills my eyes
So, I softly soak up the silence waiting for the light.
NOTE: I’m looking for Beta Readers for my latest book “This Last Chance” (I’m planning on it being the final book in the evildwel/angel saga unless the characters have a different idea.) It should be ready to read in a couple of weeks. I’m furiously editing it right now. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you are interested. Thanks:)
Watch for a special edition blog tomorrow:)
Embrace that inner child with a good book! D. L. Finn