I know you are in a rough patch,
and little seems to be working.
The stress has built up slowly, relentlessly,
an internal pressure
making us want to explode.
Our shadows of the heart have grown,
doubt and fear everywhere,
as the black mirror to our souls
reflects more and more darkness.
We doubt.
We can’t trust.
We fear, and avoid.
Hope feels lost.
Even breathing is agony.
And then we look up.
We look within.
We look at each other
and remember.
The smile in the sadness.
The joke cracking the morbid silence.
The touch in the dark.
And for a moment we know that
Night is as precious as day,
for only then can we see the stars.