Dark times

There is nothing to do when the day is dark

There is nothing I can say 

Nothing I can reclaim

My body feels like wet sand and my heart and mind black as stone

Life is outside the window 

I’m so grateful she calls my name

Why does the mind have to complicate this 

And make more monotony, over again 

There’s nothing to do in dark times

Just sit and wait and watch

My mind tell me that all that needs saying has been said 

And my voice makes no sense difference anyway

But I know a different story

And my story will be told

Dark times won’t be the end of me 

I am wise, I am brilliant, I am bold.