darkness creeps into

my heart

like the fog.

suddenly it is there,

quietly trying to

envelope me.

" i will not do darkness

today " i reply.

there is no sunshine 

to bolster my resolve.

the new england grey

is incessant.

the rain dampens my

spirit. 

" i will not do darkness

today" i reply again.

the words of The Dali Lama

ring in my ear.

" today i am fortunate

to be alive, i have a precious 

human life, i am not going to waste it.