Return from the Darkside
Those that follow closely will note that it has been some
time since I have posted. I could conveniently
blame life for throwing too many distractions my way, but that would only be
partly true. Sometimes we find ourselves
lost on the Darkside, alone in crowded rooms, alienated amongst family, and
unable to understand why we can’t find our way.
I would love to say that that I have found my way back into
the light again, but I have been fooled by it so many times. What at first appears to be brilliant
illumination, sadly resolves into just a mere shadow. A cruel deceit, it fades, stranding me again
in darkness, alone. The Darkside does
not play favorites, it is not kind, and does not care how hard you have tried. It is stone, hard and unyielding, and it will
not just give up because you have had enough
.
After a time, my wanderings lead me to another small, dim
patch. This time it is real, it is
light. A mere wisp of a flame to hold
off the darkness, but it is there. I
cling to it, desperation feeds hope. Is
this the way out? Tears stain my face,
as I scramble across the midnight landscape, sharp edges tearing at my
flesh. The pain will not stop me this
time, I will cross over.
And then I am there. Blue skies, sunlight, a fresh wind
blowing in the trees, it is as I remember it.
Right now I am home. I have been
gone a long while, things have changed.
I don’t trust my memory; my time on the Darkside has made me question
what is real, what is just a trick of the imagination. It seems like this is the place; this is my
house, this is my wife and these are my children. I am home, I begin to weep; I
let waves of emotion splash over me. I
am home, I am home…I can’t stop repeating it, but it is true. I am home.
