Darkness is all around.
I walk being surrounded by a thick coating of darkness,
my only protection being the shield of light,
that is shown only by the good inside.
Yet of late this goodness has been breached,
it has slowly been evapourating,
layer upon thin, filmy layer changing,
into the darkness.
Yet when I search to find out why,
I am unable,
as if I am the only one who cannot understand,
the dilemma at hand.
And then I see,
that the loneliness that is a part of everyone,
is also a part of me,
and that part of me has been growing,
forcing out the light.
When I look upon myself and ask,
"what am I to do?
Am I doomed to die,
enveloped in the darkness that threatens me?
Am I to fall prey to my instincts,
to commit crimes,
in barbaric fashion?
What am I to do?"
and I pace,
slowly at first,
then quickly,
and without realizing it,
the light begins to leave in thicker layers,
until nearly none is left.
When I look up I am nearly surrounded.
I almost choke in my self-pity,
and I cry alone,
by myself,
and I am afraid of what I will soon become.
And then I notice,
a bright, pure light ahead,
and curiosity stirs within me and I stand,
and as I approach this bright light it takes a form,
of a woman,
bright and cheery,
kind and lovely,
and she looks upon me,
and despite my aura she invites me to talk.
I become happy,
just being with her,
and my own aura surges with new life,
light returning to it's former place,
and as we talk,
our aura's begin to fuse.
At first I worry about the responsibilities,
but soon they are gone,
and all that remains is light,
as far as the eye can see,
and all is well.

                   Dale H. Einarson