A few years ago I dipped into a season of anxiety and depression. I felt like I was walking around in darkness with only small specks of light and short drafts of breeze to guide my footsteps. I have wanted to write about this struggle because I know many others would be able to relate.
Soon, I am going to attempt to explain my story in further detail with the prayer that it might offer hope to others.
Still, Small Light. By, Jill Szoo Wilson
A windy black across the sky rolls on
Above each fire stabilized in star
And quiet dipping under, keeping dawn
Inside a closet locked with chain and bar.
Too high to stall the tides from rising up
Too deep to catch a falling soul below
Each several current bitten and corrupt
By frosted night designed to light forego.
Through silent eyes she watches not to see,
But holding to an instinct whispering near
Whose guidance reaches in like fitted key—
She senses how to dodge parading fear.
Hold not to drifts whose flow bumps into night
But jump into the gusts hard speeding into light.
–Jill Szoo Wilson