The dark now

I used to

Be afraid

This time

Of year

 

I tried to

Ignore

The days

Getting shorter

The nights

So long

So dark

 

I was

Afraid it wouldn’t stop

That the solstice

Wouldn’t come

That the days would

Just get

Shorter

Shorter

Shorter

Until

I was swallowed

By dark

And fear

And my unrelenting anxiety

 

I’m remembering this now

When there are so many

Other things

To be afraid of

(shall I list them?)

So many other things

That could swallow me whole

 

That the darkness now

Is not a trap

But a place

To rest

To be

With the moon