I saw the darkness after it was upon me.
I did not know that it was coming.
One never does.
I did not know the turns of destiny in those sacred moments.
I did not know what it was to be brought to your knees, to taste deaths doorstep, truly, to almost loose it all in one swift and eternal second.
And in those moments where I felt the darkness descend, there was a madness that also overtook me.
This madness I was almost swallowed by.
This madness crept inside of my deepest wounds and took hold of my heart.
This madness tried to make me believe that I was not who I am.
How could this be my life?
Everything that I had worked for, everything that I had longed for, all ripe on the vine cusp of birth, all there for me now, and yet a quiet splinter from the other side.
A half breath from a hell realm.
This was my fate, this was my destiny to know the shadow, to be visited, and to nearly fall.
To know what it is to almost be overcome.
To know the sweet breath of love that can be taken in an instant.
To know the scent of evil as it visits you in your most vulnerable moments.
This was my destiny to know such horror.
How can anyone be ready?
How can anyone truly know that they will persevere?
It is impossible.
That day, the most sacred day of my life, I was almost overcome.
I was almost taken.
It took me years in the aftermath to admit the truth of the matter.
How fragile we all are.
How delicate and sublime, how naive and how innocent.
And, most wretchedly, how there are forces in this world that feed off of such horror.
How there are forces which would obliterate our life and our love, our joy and our hearts.
These forces lie in waiting, and will take whoever they can.
This is the truth of it.
They want us all.
That day, I was almost taken.
But, somehow, I persevered.
For the life of my child, I returned.
By the grace of the Divine I was given the light of awareness to understand who I am in my darkest hour, to remember truly what I was formed of, and to reject the descent of evil.
This was my great victory, silent and swallowed, invisible to the outer eye, filled with luminescence that I could barely discern in those holy moments, filled with the numinous, though I felt so blind.
I returned.
I came back to know this life, and to remember the feel of pure evil, to remember the scent of pure shadow, so that I could become pure light.
Powerful and inspiring. Thank you for sharing your journey with us, Maré ♥️
oh Mare, another poetic work of art.
are we ever ready? hmmmmm.