They always say it’s darkest before dawn.
They don’t tell you it’s darkest when you seek to bleed all the life out of your soul.
When you welcome your demons and dance with them under the moonlit sky.
When you hold your mother’s shaking shoulders as sobs threaten to wreck her chest apart.
They don’t tell you it’s darkest when you summon the courage of your ancestors
But it never arrives.
They don’t tell you it’s dark all the fucking time.