Dark Times.

A malicious wind blew out the dim lit candles.
Then it all went pitch black.
There's nothing but the agonizing sound of utter silence.
No one dares to speak a word.

Like the extinguished candlelight,
Her last remaining confidence is slipping away.
Her fragile faith in humanity nearly gone.
"It can be pretty dark up there." She says.
"Its a wicked game of heart and minds.
The constant internal war of either to live according to nature or opinions "

At dark times like this when you just can't seem to find the light,
When the road gets tough and the future seems bleak as the coldest winter,
Words of encouragement and perseverance just sound fallacious, ironic almost.

Instead of whispering some grand aphorisms  like some life-saving mantra,
Why don't we embrace the darkness? Face it straight on.
Since there are light and darkness inside of us all and they drive each other,
There's no excuse to not learn to dance with them both.

Beware of the darkness, for it might corrupt and swallow you whole,
Yet one must not believe everything she sees under the light,
For it could be just as deceiving as a siren song.

Sometimes, it's during the darkest times, the darkest nights, one gets to see the truth, after all.