Dark Part of the Day

This is the dark part of the day.
Where light is only seen and arrows of remembered failure are set around your heart.

This is the dark part of the day.
Where all you know is trumped by what you feel and all you feel is fault.

This is the dark part of the day.
Where others work and give their talents to the world and you are stifled by fear.

This is the dark part of the day, so,

Breathe

It will pass.

And the light will warm you slowly.
As the blessings that surround you  rise.

Yes, one more hour of failure
But not one day, or week, or year.

This is the dark and it is good.
It says you are allowed to feel.
It cries out your inconvenient sorrows;
The ones you never knew,
The ones you rationalize away,
The ones you stuff with food.

This is the dark part of the day and it is good, but it isn't where you live.