Black Wick
When the sun snuffs out
And the day melts down
To a black-wick night.
When the night breeds doubt
And the clouds move in
To slay the light.
When the shoreline ebbs,
And your path erodes,
Where can you stand?
When your joy subsides
Like a bath turned cold,
How can you stay warm?
From a terrible height,
Through a starless sky,
Relief will break your fall.
Once the pain has plunged
To the darkest depths,
Your spirit will climb
To rise with the sun
And reignite the sky.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2017
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