Solstice. The longest night. Sweeping out the dark corners of my heart. They say pressure and time makes diamonds. What about dreams? What about art? What about the weakest spots in the heart that sprung leak, spilling out and do I care if it overflows? Will it make precious words worth sharing?
I carry in me the longest shadows, the hardest heart. The glow of a candle against the longest night is kind, but weak. It is a sigh from the goddess who knows there is nothing she can do.
So the time comes to choose. To decide if I will share shadows today, cast gloom on all, or walk in sunlight on the shortest day of the year. Some things just won’t be swept away like silky cobwebs adrift on the breeze. I choose you. I choose darkness.
Let tomorrow take care of itself…