The Darkness

Ive accepted the darkness inspected the crevices turned over every stone and hen house, out house wreckage, and plumage.

I delved deep into the darkness, turning about, inside out outside, deeper inside me inside my mind, inside my soul and entered a black hole ever falling into triple blackness. In my darkness.

In my darkness there is madness and chatter and laughter and matters people don’t speak of outside of the darkness in broad day light. Shh say less youre a mess in the darkness I’m stressed.

Because I know with no doubt that my darkness is light, living light, blue black matter combusting upon itself. Absorbing and reflecting God’s sunlight and life.

My internal darkness is what I had to fight, the one that keeps you up in the middle of the night. Robbing you of rest and peace to worry in the darkness of night. Staying up late wondering what ain’t right?

Digging in more I saw a glimmer of the core a golden glimmer of light in the darkness of my internal light. The closer I drew the more the light grew. I began to praise God like I never knew before, it was the spirit of God in me revealed as I drew closer the more.

I found true light and love in the darkness; for in the darkness is where I was forced to find God!

Published by stormy144

I am a well rounded person due to being abused abandoned and orphaned as a child I was tossed from home to home being raised by various races and cultures, I went off in life young being emancipated from the state at 16 I ventured off to learn various religions and occult practices although during times in my two grandmother's homes Christianity was the staple thesis. I have looked for love in every wrong place I have commuted every sin and taboo and live to return the stories to the masses. I have lived and married 3 different men and gave birth to 7 different children which ultimately I raised 4 single handed and beat all the odds and statistics for one who comes from my background and I am now here to share how and answer questions that perplex the masses.

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