In a moment of darkness, I am caught in the trap of routine; the disorderliness in my orderliness, and for that moment, I do not belong.
In a moment of darkness, colour makes no sense, scents are mundane; I look to the sky and seek escape from this sphere I float on.
In a moment of darkness, I doubt all that is and all that can be with all that has already been; I blame the past, I am stranded in the present, I cannot see the future.
In a moment of darkness, I humour what I may, to bring me back to here; to the affirmations that make me believe there just might be some sense, waiting for me around the corner; a gentleman with flowers to rescue me.
In a moment of darkness, I still feel my whole being, heavy yet as boundless as a rolling boulder, but whose glory I cannot appreciate.
In a moment of darkness, my soul contends through the wet and wild jungle and, despite it all, seeks a new dawn; for in seeking it creates one.
In a moment of darkness, the light hurts my eyes, and the beauty of it all is reborn in an exalted form; I know not why or when or how.
I choose to trust; they call it faith.
I choose to love; they call it naivety.
I choose to try; they call it tenacity.
I choose to live; they call it motivation.
I choose to share; they call it bravery.
I choose to smile; they call it grace.
I choose to heal; they call it wisdom.
A specimen in the experiment of being human, being woman, in a moment of darkness.