Wintering Phase

It has snowed, it has iced, and now it is melting away.

I have felt the deep night of desperation and anxiety to escape myself.

Only to be reminded that I am of the divine and those are not my ways,

But the projections of self-imposed enemies.

To retreat deep within, to the core of my existence

The eternal nothingness, I am whole.

Bare as a tree in January, I cling to what soothed me as a child.

Old gospel songs that still ring true of the light of dawn.

This will not overcome me, and in that declaration, the battle

Wasn’t my own, and the protection that was needed wasn’t of my own strength

But what guides and caresses me in the blanket of the omnipresent.

Drifting to sleep in the place that causes torment,

 I visit those still in their darkness while I show them my light.

The ugliness of disorder has become that place.

I left while I still could, while the clinching feeling of enveloping decay grabbed my arm to stay. It will not take me.

 I pack my bags in confidence. I am going away. Yet home is where I am. I see my family and those who love me. Fixing meals of comfort.

I can stay awhile.

The silence sustains…

Wintering Phase.

(Originally written January 26th, 2026)