The Dark PondThe Dark PondThe Dark Pond by 3xDefined
Sometimes I just shut off.
I let myself be folded in all the darkness.
All the pain, and the angst, and the loneliness floods over me.
I'm constantly trying to dam it.
Sometimes I think that I have vanquished it,
That I ended this pattern long ago.
Because one day I took a deep breath and suddenly I was freed.
The ebb and flow of the ocean of despair suddenly ceased.
And became a still pond.
The dark pond of my soul.
Stars reflected in it,
Just pinpoints of light on the horizon, too far for parallax.
The moon was a dim crescent, hidden by gloomy trees.
And then I saw myself,
Clearly and fully, I knew who I was.
But my sun has never fully risen.
My pond is bathed in the cold light of dawn.
Pale colors lay stagnant in the sky.
My trees are aching in the frost of springtime.
How badly I wish the sun would rise high.
I only know the scent of the afternoon.
I do not know the beating heat of full, summer sun.
Or the warmth of blue water.
I have felt the