“No matter how deep
the dark, I know there’s light.”
And here I am again. In the darkness. At the edge of my temper and the knowing that all I can do is make everything worse. At the end of my rope and no tether to keep me safe. At my wit’s end — where I am nothing but a failure. This is my chasm. This my crux. This is my purgatory. This is my hell. But, no matter how deep the dark, I know there’s light.
© Sarah Doughty
There’s always light.