Darkness of Heart

Those darkest hours I fear and hate.
Failures that weave a web of uncertainty
-The fabric of this darkness of heart.
Those darkest hours haunt my sleep,
So I let them out, push them away,
Reveal the makers of this darkness of heart.

They hate those darkest hours
Where thoughts turn into words
That mirror this darkness of heart.
But I don't want those darkest hours,
The chains of words that have no hope,
That spawn from this darkness of heart.

They wish for that perfect moment,
A word of joy from my hands
Rather than this darkness of heart.
But that perfect moment is mine:
The golden sunrise of a distant planet
That shines through this darkness of heart.

That perfect moment the world would break,
So I keep it safe, hidden and silent,
Behind this darkness of heart.
That perfect moment I keep for myself,
My hope, strength, love.
Just under this darkness of heart.