Despite the Darkness

Despite the darkness,

I crack into being

each morning in soft pink.

My past is a mouthful

of precious, cream stones.

The future is a fountain

of mosaics. I soak my stories

in the rippling pool.

I leak out of this world

from time to time.

Seeping into deep, dark spaces

I am overcome with blues.

What has yet to be

is in constant flow,

becoming what was.

Gratitude,

like green algae grows

over my lessons.

I am pulled back into being.

I dawn and stream

into what could be.

To spite the darkness,

I become the light.