The Dark Night Of The Soul Poem by Sheena Blackhall

A long time back I stared in the abyss,
A place of misery, the death of joy;
Where nothing grew but everlasting pain
A land where the sole aim was to destroy

I was a guest of that cruel place a while
Dropped from the warmth of normal everyday
Like a small garden, injured by the frost
My flowers all blighted, withering away

The dark clouds opened after stormy months,
Little by little, small green shoots appeared
But that ill time, once lived, I'll not forget,
That place, upon my living memory seared