The Soul's Eclipse

Originally written: May 26, 2016

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This wretched cave,

the accursèd black,

is eating away at my soul.

I can smell the stench rise up from the pit,

feel the snakes inside me writhe and hiss,

threatening to suffocate the spark

out of me.

What does it take to start a life?

To rip away all that is rotten and dying?

What does it take to stand up,

head held high,

and leave it all behind?

How do you move ahead 

if this is all you've ever known?

How do you see a different path 

if it's dark? 

This is the eclipse of the soul;

all life suspended in wait

for what is about to happen next —

in hopes that the darkness will move on 

and make way for the light 

bursting forth.

Oh, how I long for that day.

Could it be today? 

This very minute?

I feel as though I could rather 

move the moon past the sun

than make the choice 

to not 

give

up.