In the darkest night
It is so hard to see the light
And in the dark of the moon
No light of sun or solar spirit shines within the gloom
Your soul and being retreats to a barricaded room
With hooks on the wall where you hang
Like rotting flesh
And as you long
Until longing is spent
There is no sign of redemption
And it is agony
When those wearing their masks
Pass
Saying
Be positiive
Have you tried this or that?
Heads on sticks
Talking at you
While you in another world
Wring your hands
And wonder where true feeling retreated
If ever it lived
I will not say in this dark time
But there is light
For now you cannot see it
And in your soul it has retreated
I cannot say when or if it will return
I can only confirm
How painful it feels
To feel so terribly
And utterly forsaken
Emerging From The Dark Night 
What a gorgeous and terribly accurate depiction of the hopelessness that can come with mental health challenges. I like that you end on a positive upswing… Though it is external to the subject, it implies they have hope.
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Thanks I wanted to be realistic in this and not deny how terribly dark and painful it is to have lost our soul or have it buried under deep earth in the dark night, while not denying that this is an essential experience to rebirth. I dont know if I achieved this aim, until we can reach the light we do have to acknowledge the darkness and often culture does not allow us to do this, in my experience.
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You achieved your aim perfectly. There are very subtle signs of the value of acceptance (not resignation!), and a positive vein, no matter how small. There is beauty and value in the darkness…
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There truly is.. our ancestors knew it and we carry it in our cells at least I believe we do. It needs to be acknowledged.
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