it’s still
dark in here
and sometimes the darkness
still wins
i think
maybe this time
the darkness won’t
get me
won’t scare
me, won’t wear me
down, but this darkness is slick like oil
and spreads
on me
before i
know it, stinging my eyes
my throat
i jump
into the deep
end, to stop the burning, to
escape
it’s dark
here too, and
heavy, all this water
crushing
but i
remember i’ve
learned something new, i’ve
learned how
to breathe
without air, without
love, without hope, I’ve
learned how
to breathe
under
water
© Nichole Liza Q.
Lightning Bug 
Wow, this is absolutely beautiful and touching. 🌹🙏🏻
Thank you so much!
Dear Nicole, Very well describes the depths of depression & grief. I admire your writing talent but am sad to know about some of the losses that sent you into darkness. Been there a couple of times myself. I continue to be glad He didn’t/doesn’t leave me there. 💙 Pat
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Thank you, Pat. I think I’ve been learning that trauma in my early childhood created a pattern of trauma response, and then a handful of other events in life reinforced the pattern. But also, I believe we all have a “dark side” to our personalities and though we walk with Jesus and He heals us, it’s often a slow process and certain triggers can reveal pockets of darkness that have yet to be purged.