Her Dark Night

Her descent into darkness

Was slow and fast

Building up steadily

And stealthily

From childhood.

The blackness interlaced

With shades of royal blue

And eggplant purple,

Like a bruised butterfly

On the mend.

She hid pieces within herself,

Buried so deep under

Pink painted toenails

And white right ribs

She forgot they were there.

But they burrowed

And festered,

Creating new pathways

That took over her

Whole being.

She cried and she wailed,

She fought and she failed,

Until the darkness

Was all she could see

And feel.

She succumbed to it,

Bathing in its blackness,

Trusting that this is

Her journey through

Her dark night.

And the mystical sunrise

Full of raspberry red

And burnt orange

And honey yellow

Will come again.

And when it does,

She will be ready,

For the small iridescent light

Within can only be seen by

Stepping into the darkness.