Poetry

Cruxes And Purgatories

“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.

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