It’s starting to get dark earlier I noticed last night, something I fear is approaching quickly. My demons are lurking just around the corner. I never thought I was afraid of the dark, I always tell others I’m really not afraid of anything, except maybe tornadoes. I don’t like those things, have had too many of them pass over my head. Their spooky. And they come with their own form of darkness.
But now that summer is drawing to a close I do recognize that I do have a fear. I can feel it creeping in on my soul. I can feel those demons just waiting for me to give in to them. Ready to grab at my heart and pull me down. It worries me. I guess I am afraid of the dark after all. I like the light, I love the sun, I love the warmth of the sun on my skin, I relish in the feeling and exhilaration I get when I’m in its glory. I’m not a sun-worshiper by any means, but being in the sunny days of summer I thrive, I am at my happiest and most creative.
Because I recognize this fear, will I be able to face it head on now? Will I be able to confront the demons and tell them to leave me alone? Probably not, I will have some bad days I’m sure. I dread those days. I’m just hoping the light has given me enough strength to see me through. I’ve begun new creative endeavors during this time of light, or at least increased these efforts more than ever. My writing— I write now to express my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my worries, and my aspirations. I am hoping these efforts will sustain me through the darkness, will fortify me and give me purpose. During the last fall through the pit of despair, I felt I had no purpose, I have found purpose this summer, may it continue. With enough of this foresight to understand what is happening to me, the prospect of putting my demons further behind me this time inspires me further.
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