A Scottish wind blows a gale outside my window. Night fades as anaemic daylight fights through the dark dense clouds and thin veil of rain. A gray mist swirls through every minute of every hour, seeping into my very soul. Winter has devoured the sun and won’t give her back again until April. Everything is whizzing, whirring, turning around in my busy little brain: sucking my positivity, motivation, creativity down into a black hole of chaos, into oblivion. I’ve lost control of the growing disquiet inside and the demons are unleashed. They whisper my name, challenge my confidence, and paralyze me with fear. Of what? Of doubt, of dark, of destiny. I know I must face it, embrace it— the rising tide of bleak abjectivity that threatens to consume. To evade is to succumb. In a word, there is power. My gift, my sanity, to channel the chaos and make sense of the world. And with a word, the dark grows still, silent as a ray of light pierces through the swirling mist and lights the path in which I must walk. Step by step, word by word, minute by minute, until I’m back in the place I’m meant to be.
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Beautiful, Heather.
Thanks Emma 🙂 How are things going for you?
Good good, can’t complain 🙂
Embrace the long dark of winter, eh? Sounds scary but I love “to evade is to succumb.” Evocative and lush, Heather. I feel you.
Have a great weekend!
I was in a particularly dark place yesterday, but channelling it helps me get through it quicker. For me evade is to succumb and I refuse to succumb to my inner demons. Thanks for commenting 🙂 Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday weekend!
I love this Heather. It conjures some great images as well as capturing what it feels like inside to be a writer. Beautiful.
The site also looks great! I don’t think I’ve see it since the complete makeover.
Thanks Nicole 🙂 Writing it really did free my mind from its dark bondage. The words are flowing much better today. Hope you’re having a great weekend.
This is one of the reasons I love writing in the winter. Our imaginations and words fight back the bleak season, bringing light into our souls or embracing dark conflict. I felt every nuance of your beautiful expression. And I learned another way to spell anemic (like yours the best!)
It helps to remember, when the weather gets fierce, that we are a force of nature, too.
Hugs to you, Heather.
Thanks Denise. I have to keep both the American and the British spellings in my head at all times. Sometimes I forget which is which. 🙂 Glad you liked this version of anemic best.
*hugs*