night box. [poem]

sometimes I feel the night

crowding in;

stars boxed up for the

winter months

’cause they no longer feel like

lighting up the sky

and they no longer feel like

faking their shine.

sometimes I feel the night

crowding in

and the moon tilts

as if to smile,

a crescent of reflections

into shallow lake waters

but then it turns on its axis

and I’m left with a frown.

sometimes I feel the night

crowding in

but I dip my toes into the

lake.

no mirrored moon or

sinking stars

but I can stay here for a while.

I can stay here for a while

and sometimes it gives me another

heart.

sometimes it gives me another

life.

[for those times when darkness is surrounding you and you can sense it coming. for those times when darkness is surrounding you and you let it. you dip your toes into the lake – darkness reflected into your mind by the night of the sky – and you allow it to consume you. you let it. but mostly in a good way. it lets your heart beat differently. it gives you a side to life that makes you look at the world insightfully and knowingly. it’s for the times when the only way to carry on is to give in in order to let go. it’s for the times when the night is needed to make you human.]